The vine tightened.
Primrose gritted her teeth, digging her heels into the polished floorboards of the pavilion. Her new Green Tail was vibrating with effort, channeling every ounce of nature magic she had into the thick vine wrapped around the Boss's wrist.
"Get down here!" Primrose yelled, yanking with her entire body weight.
The Boss stumbled. For a man who controlled gravity, he clearly wasn't expecting to be lassoed like a stray cow.
"Annoying weed," the Boss hissed.
He raised his free hand, black Void sparks dancing at his fingertips to burn the vine.
But he was too slow.
Leonora was already in the air.
The Lioness had kicked off the Head Table, launching herself like a missile. Her wedding dress was ruined, ripped at the knees to reveal her leather combat trousers, and she looked absolutely terrified—not for herself, but for Arjun.
That terror made her fast.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Leonora roared.
