The moment they heard Luna's voice calling from outside, both of them pulled back and scrambled for their clothes.
Not because they were afraid of being caught having sex—Nyx wouldn't have minded that at all.
In fact, a small, degenerate part of her would have preferred if her niece stood in the corner and watched as she was utterly pleasured, utterly destroyed, utterly claimed by the hero.
She could already imagine Luna's flushed face, her wide eyes, her breathless little gasps.
No, the problem was the bodies.
The disfigured, mutilated, absolutely nightmare-inducing bodies strewn across the floor like discarded dolls.
Even though Luna wasn't the same naive girl she used to be, there was no way Nyx could let her see this. No way she could explain why half a dozen men had been tortured to death in her secret shed.
Nyx's mind raced. What could she do? Where could she hide them? They couldn't just—
Luca waved his hand.
