Late at night.
They lay sprawled across the balcony, gazing down at the still surface of the artificial lake.
Nix leaned against Jasper, whispering in boredom, "Do you think he'll come out tonight?"
If Wen never showed himself, were they supposed to crouch on this balcony every night, fishing for him?
And more importantly—when would he finally get his turn to bond with the Female Master?
Yuel replied quietly, "He's only eaten one leaf since yesterday. He should be hungry by now. He'll likely come out tonight."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a pink streak shot out from the living room below and plunged into the lake.
"He's here," Vincent said calmly.
All of them leaned forward.
Ripples shimmered across the surface, silvered by moonlight. Beneath the water, a shadow moved—sleek and deliberate.
Ten minutes later, a figure broke through the surface without a single splash.
