Lucian's brain short-circuited.
...Hi.
Seraphina blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Her brain was clearly trying to process what had just happened.
One second, she'd been mid-swing, ready to bash Elira's smug face into the library floor.
The next, her sword was gone and she was—
She was—
Her face went scarlet.
From her neck to the tips of her ears, a brilliant, burning red.
"I—"
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
No words came out.
Just a strangled, incoherent sound.
[AFFECTION INCREASED]
Seraphina Ashenblade: 92 → 95
Status: Completely Fallen → Hopelessly Gone
New Effect: [He Stopped Me] - You physically intervened to save her from herself. From making a mistake that would have destroyed her future. She will never forget this.
["Neither will her thighs, apparently."]
["Five seconds of full crotch-to-crotch contact through clothes."]
["Congratulations. That's basically a marriage proposal in warrior culture."]
["Good luck acting normal around her now, dumbass."]
