Monitoring Artifact

After seven rounds of intense, passionate lovemaking, Alaric's initial lust had been somewhat satiated. 'Somewhat' being the operative word. He still felt the lingering embers of desire, but he also felt a mischievous urge to tease his mother, to play with her emotions.

 

He shifted his position slightly, his gaze locking with Lyra's. He decided to drop the bombshell. "I saw Father recently," he said, his voice casual, as if he were discussing the weather.

 

Lyra's entire body tensed, a tremor running through her. She hadn't expected this. She had been so caught up in the moment, lost in the throes of passion, that she had completely forgotten about the outside world. The thought of Alaric meeting Victor sent a shiver of apprehension down her spine.

 

She tried her best to maintain her composure, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "How… how did it go?"