"Then before that unearthly devil can even attempt to take you," Nerissa declared, her voice echoing with the crushing, immovable pressure of the Mariana Trench. She tilted her head, her tone dripping with absolute, unapologetic royalty. "Prove to him that you are entirely off-limits. The bad bitch way."
The sheer, unprecedented shock of the modern Earth slang, falling from the lips of an ancient oceanic deity completely shattered the tension in the room.
Roxy blinked, entirely stunned for a fraction of a second, before a massive, brilliant, and completely genuine smile broke across her face.
She let out a sudden, melodic laugh that was completely infectious. Torian barked a loud laugh in response, the tension instantly bleeding out of his broad shoulders, and even the stoic King of the North, Kaelen, let out a soft, amused huff.
"I will, Nerissa," Roxy swore, sitting up straighter on the sofa, clutching Little Fedor securely to her chest. "I absolutely will."
