The city no longer screamed.
From the citadel's open gallery, Leonhardt watched the smoke drift lower, lazier—like the city had finally exhaled. The fires had mostly died down. Only a few embers clung to the far outer wards, and the ash-stained wind no longer carried the scent of burning skin.
Zafira stood beside him, arms folded, her golden eyes half-lidded as if bored. But she wasn't, because when close to Leonhardt, it was impossible.
She was watching everything.
Her wings fluttered each time she met his glance, letting her long tail coil around his, as she struggled to deal with his changes.
An Incubus and Succubus that engaged in sexual acts became bonded... though they were yet to go further since he transformed because of her embarrassment.
