Mira's gaze narrowed.
She sat up fully now, her enormous breasts swaying with the movement, the plump mounds settling against her ribcage with a weight that defied description. Her wide hips shifted, thighs pressing together, and Kaida caught another glimpse of that glistening wetness between her sister's legs.
"Then just leave."
The words were flat. Cold. Dismissive.
Kaida blinked.
Her mouth trembled. Her jaw worked, trying to form a response, but nothing came out. Finally, she dropped her head, staring at the purple chain connecting her wrist to Viktor's.
"Then tell your husband to cut it off."
Silence.
For exactly three seconds, complete silence filled the room.
And then—
Mira's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in shock. But beneath that shock, Kaida saw something else—amusement. The corners of Mira's lips twitched upward, barely visible behind her palm.
