After such an exchange of words, it was hard to stomach any of the remaining food. Kitsuul, however, opened her jaws like a vacuum and inhaled everything.
She could really eat- more than five times her body weight in minutes in fact.
And soon after…
They left the Krusty Squid quietly, tension simmering beneath the surface like steam under a steel lid.
Kitsuul flicked her tails once—delicate and fluid as Damian vanished.
Not literally, but in that ephemeral, only-Kitsuul-knows-how sort of way.
Cloaked in her Veilborn power, he followed close behind Anastasia as she walked out alone, her expression carefully neutral.
"I'll be right beside you," he whispered low, just for her to hear, as they crossed the noisy halls flickering with artificial light.
Anastasia looked like she belonged—like a woman who hadn't cried in days, who hadn't just spilled a week's worth of nightmares onto a table smeared with synthetic grease and spicy lobsters.
