Archer lay in bed as Halime nestled against him, exhausted thanks to their passionate sex the previous night. Her steady breathing was a quiet comfort amidst the growing tumult outside.
The storm had returned with a vengeance, its wrath transforming the once-calm ocean into a roiling beast. Thanks to his mana, he could see the towering waves the size of mountains crashing against the island.
Each thunderous impact reverberated through the ground, causing him to feel it miles away. The wind howled, carrying the scent of salt in the air. Halime stirred slightly, her hair spilling across his chest like ink over parchment.
'Are the girls okay?' he sent Sia a message using the Dragon Tattoos.
The Dragonkin woman quickly replied cheerfully. 'They are fine, my love, I'm feeding Freya now while Hecate puts the twins down. Those two gremlins are greedy little girls.'
