Right now, Mika was in no mood to play hero.
After everything he'd gone through with Anya and Fauna—the mind games, the manipulation, the lies, the endless scheming—he'd promised himself a few days of peace.
A break, a few peaceful days to rest, maybe spend time organizing artifacts back home, take things slow after the chaos with Anya and Fauna.
Things had just started to stabilize after all.
Everything was moving at a smooth, comfortable pace. He'd earned a breather.
But of course, fate hated him.
Now he was smack in the middle of another absurd crisis, one involving two factions that, by all logic, should never have crossed paths under his supervision.
Both groups had more firepower than common sense, and both included women who could level a city if they sneezed too hard.
And to make matters worse, one of them was someone Mika really didn't know how to handle yet.
