Natalya and the others were already there, leaning against the vehicles with the kind of exhausted satisfaction that comes after a battle well fought. Claire's grip on my hand was almost painfully tight, her knuckles white as she turned to Natalya, her voice low but laced with an unmistakable edge.
"I'll let you go today," Claire said, her gaze locked onto Natalya, her tone carrying a quiet threat. "But next time we meet… it won't be easy."
Natalya let out a low, knowing chuckle, her eyes gleaming with amusement. I understood why—she knew, just as I did, that it wouldn't be long before Claire would be lying between us, her body tangled with ours in the kind of intimacy that left no room for secrets. The thought sent a thrill through me, but I kept my expression carefully neutral, my fingers tightening around Claire's.
"Hee… I guess we'll find out," Natalya purred, her smirk sharp and teasing. "Once we meet again."
