As a double agent of the Death God and the Nether God, a master on the seductive woman path, seducing people across boundaries was precisely her power—something no other path could truly achieve.
After a moment, she smiled. "Is it Tarik?"
He paused slightly, rolled the name around in his mouth, then spat out another one. "Or… Barong?"
The light in Luna Lei's eyes flashed and vanished.
She neither denied nor admitted it, merely slid her finger slowly down along Cantona's solid chest. Her fingertip was as light as a feather, yet as hard to ignore as a blade. Cantona pressed down on her hand before it could slip into dangerous territory.
She giggled, and her hand still misbehaved, teasing him once more before she finally countered, "Why can it only be one?"
Her voice in his ear was so soft it seemed honey might drip from it. "Two is better, isn't it?"
