Frost smiled lustfully as he imagined the upcoming night battle between him and Maya. A certain area inevitably hardened and grew as a result of such thoughts and his wolf like heart started thumping away. His patience was dwindling.
Frost ended up calling Maya through the dungeon menu, but she refused to pick up. She was still clearly trying to put off the event. The pain from their first time influencing her current actions.
Since that avenue didn't work Frost called Nanna and Loki convincing them to act on his behalf.
A couple minutes later Nanna and Loki returned to the private space, flushed red from an intense workout but there was no sign of Maya.
"Where's Maya?"
