Chapter 22: Fight Between Territorial Kittens
You know, if someone had told me a week ago that I’d be peacefully cooking a five-star meal beside a tranquil lake in an enchanted forest while a woman capable of wiping out small countries was watching two girls fight over who got to kiss me first—I’d have believed them.
Because I’m me.
CLASH!
Unfortunately, peace was a foreign concept when two women were trying to kill each other over your love and one who is stronger than both of them combined is just here for fun.
Well, one was trying to kill. The other two were... entertained. (You can guess who’s the one trying to kill.)
"MINE!"
Behind me, the sound of a fireball crashing into a barrier made of dark blood echoed through the clearing, followed by an explosion of violet mist and a silver blur.
Alicia was throwing elegant fire-blood crescents like she was painting a battlefield with the blood of her enemies. Eira was doing cartwheels with twin daggers and screaming things like "YOU DON’T DESERVE HIS BLOOD, YOU SANGUINE SLUT!" while Nivera just kept laughing like a demoness attending a tea party.
A blur of silver shot past me, Eira’s blade glinting under the moonlight.
"Do try not to break her bones. I need her intact for the morning debrief," Nivera cooed, dancing backward like she was at a gala.
Meanwhile, I stirred the stew.