Jax and Athanasia watched the memories unfold between the strange couple.
Jax felt a deep and somewhat crawling embarrassment settle in his stomach.
He was sitting there peeking at a full sex scene between a father and mother while their actual daughter stood right beside him, eyes fixed on the same images.
He cursed Echidna under his breath. She was making the whole thing worse on purpose. Instead of a simple memory playback, she kept switching angles like a perverted film director.
At one point she even pulled the view completely outside the bedroom and showed a maid with her ears pressed flat against the wall, faces red as she listened to every wet sound and filthy word.
Jax had no idea how she could extract surrounding details from a single person's memory. The power was an absurd cheat, one he already planned to abuse later.
That same cheat quickly turned into personal hell.
Another night of intimacy began to play.
