Saskia glanced at The Everwake and said, "Penna, it would be best to complete the Contract now."
Penna nodded. The corners of her lips curved up as she leaned in close, her breath hot, about to press her lips to his. For a male and a female to form a Contract, the blood from the tips of their tongues had to mingle—an act of extreme intimacy.
The light in The Everwake's iridescent, glass-like eyes turned frigid, his expression one of utter disgust.
He turned his head to dodge, but Penna grabbed his jaw tightly. "What are you dodging?"
She let out a low laugh, her grip turning vicious. "You don't get a say in this Contract!"
Penna's fingertips pressed against his jaw, forcing him to meet her lips.
The Everwake's lips tightened into a thin line, sharp as a razor's edge.
Just as their lips were about to meet—
"SWISH—"
A tiny, brilliant Light Arrow suddenly tore through the air, slicing sharply between their lips!
