A long pause. The trembling subsided.
The decoy held. Felicity's moment passed, Feng pulled her back, and the fight continued with Kitsara running on spite and Quinlan running on fumes.
Any other man would have wanted to be up there himself. Trading elemental volleys with the strongest mage on the continent, matching her spell for spell, proving he could stand in front of a Level 74 and hold his ground.
There was a version of this fight where Quinlan did exactly that, and it would have been a good fight. He loved fighting, loved the rush of an element answering his call at the exact moment he needed it.
But running his power through channels of compressed stone while his foxkin lover wore his face and sold every second of it, while his other girls and Scar's army held the line, while a plan he'd built with every single one of them unfolded exactly the way they'd drawn it up?
'Goddess's sexy lacy panties. I love these women so damn much.'
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