The window did not care what was happening beneath it.
That was the thing about the system. It had no concept of 'timing'. It arrived when it arrived — over burning fields, over dying bodies, over the precise scorched second of a commander's dignity collapsing — and it simply sat in his vision, clinical and blue and entirely indifferent to the woman currently clenched around him like a fist that didn't know how to open.
[ 100X REWARD TRANSFERRING ]
[ CALCULATING... ]
Viktor's jaw tightened.
He was — still buried inside her. Every inch of him seated in the deep wet grip of her, her body holding him with the particular force of a woman whose nervous system had overridden everything her mind was trying to do, and the system window floated directly over her arched face and her open mouth and her wide, wrecked eyes.
He looked at her.
He looked at the window.
He looked back at her.
