Seamus sighed as he stared at the computer screen.
The calendar in front of him looked ridiculous, yet here he was, trying to arrange a schedule for their so-called sex activities.
Isolde stood behind him, leaning close enough that her cheek almost brushed his.
Diane sat on his right with her arms crossed, Lulu sat quietly in the corner, and Madeline lounged on the opposite side of the table like she was watching a play.
"Good. This should be enough," Isolde said as she inspected the schedule from over his shoulder.
Her behavior had been strange all week, but now her intentions made sense. She only acted like this when she wanted to evolve fast.
Five tier evolution required a lot of his blood. No wonder she was practically glued to him.
Madeline tapped her nails on the table. "What about Aconite? She needs a slot too."
Diane's shoulder twitched at the mention, subtle but sharp enough for Seamus to catch it.
