Option A was efficient. It was also monstrous.
Judas had no problem becoming a thief, a rogue, and occasionally a horny husband.
But he wasn't a villain. He wouldn't hunt down people who thought they were saving the world just because they were unwitting pawns.
"We go for the source," Judas decided. "We don't wait for the Apocalypse to descend. We target his influence here. We break his control."
Nyx stared at him.
'Did this human lose his mind?' she blinked. Anyway, she loved the ambition in his voice. It was distinct from the mana he usually radiated.
It was delicious.
She shifted closer. Her hand moved.
Judas felt a slight pressure on his thigh. He looked down.
Nyx's pale, slender hand rested on his knee. Then, it slid upward.
Her fingers were cool, contrasting sharply with the heat of his skin through the fabric of his trousers.
She made contact with the bulge in his pants.
Judas blinked. "Nyx?"
She didn't pull away. She squeezed. Lightly. Testing the density.
