Nadia's emotions spiraled out of control.
Immediately, the ground below began to tremble—not dangerously, not enough to cause damage.
But enough that people noticed.
The bomb squad members, still celebrating, glanced around uncertainly.
"Must be aftershocks from the bomb disposal." One of them said.
"Probably. Nothing to worry about."
They went back to celebrating.
They had no idea that Lady Nadia, the same Lady Nadia they were praising, the hero of the hour was being kissed by her own son high above their heads, and that she was barely holding herself together.
His tongue pushed against her lips again.
But she kept them sealed shut.
It was her only defense, the only line she could draw in this moment.
As long as his tongue didn't enter her mouth, she could pretend this was still somehow acceptable. Still somehow not crossing the final line.
Mika noticed. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his expression mildly annoyed.
