Meanwhile…
At the back of a sedan parked in some random spot at night, Aliyah sat atop Percival, straddling him with her legs as they kissed with heated urgency.
His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, while hers tangled in his hair. Their breathing was ragged, uneven, broken only by the brief moments when they pulled apart for air before diving back in.
Aliyah's shirt was already half-unbuttoned, hanging loosely off one shoulder. Percival's own jacket had been discarded somewhere on the seats.
She pulled back for a second, with her face flushed and her amber eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.
"This is a terrible idea," she breathed, her voice shaky but insistent.
In between trying to catch his breath, "it is…"
With that, they both continued their make-out session.
—-
The next morning—
Ethan sat in his study within the guild, with a few papers spread out across his desk as he skimmed through them.
