Kai didn't give her a chance to change her mind.
The second "upstairs" slipped from her lips; he was already moving, that same lethal focus from the alley still under his skin.
Adrenaline crackled through him like whiskey, making every nerve feel stretched too tight.
His chest still ached from Shiro's punch, a hot throb that only sharpened the lust clawing at him.
'This is what I needed,' he thought.
'Not mana, not stats, just her. Right now.'
He scooped her up like she weighed nothing, one arm hooked under the soft warmth of her thighs, the other clamped around her waist.
Greta gasped, a sharp little sound he swallowed with a growl, crushing her against his chest.
She was all curves and giving flesh, built like she was made for lazy mornings and strong hands, but right now she felt like the perfect outlet.
