Chapter 79: Conclave of Kinship: The Gathering of Shifting Shadows
After boldly declaring her intentions to the scattered scavengers lingering in the room—that she, Onyx, would claim Irvine for herself next—she carefully lowered the limp, captive Sophia onto the floor with a tenderness that belied her fierce possessiveness. Then, eyes sharp as emerald blades, Onyx scanned the room like a sovereign surveying her unruly court.
"Ugh, fixed points are the worst—especially when they don't revolve around you, my universe," she muttered with an almost amused disdain.
Confusion furrowed my brow. "This was a fixed point? But there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary just now."
Onyx's tail flicked toward a single figure, and her eyes glinted with cryptic amusement. "Not at this exact moment, Irvine. The fixed point is the expression on her face—Samantha's—when she first laid eyes on me."