Chapter 69: The Invisible Claw and the Meat on My Chest
I awoke to a cold, vacuum-sealed steak pressed neatly against my bare chest.
Not the strangest way I've been roused from slumber—Crystal once woke me with a memory injection of her burning down a sun for fun—but still weird enough to rank in the top ten. The cool weight of the meat packet slowly registered against my skin as I blinked groggily into the dim lighting of the stealth vessel.
Turning my head to the right, I met the glowing crimson eyes of Kimchi, who was absolutely beaming.
"Good morning, my love," she purred. "Kimchi found you some food."
Her voice held that oddly enthusiastic cadence she reserved for acts of savage tenderness. Like the time she tore the arm off a war criminal and handed me his wristwatch as a romantic gift. This? This was her domestic arc.