Strax woke up the next day, remembering almost nothing of what had happened. After all, it had been an intense night of sex, and even his hips ached from the vigorous movements he had made. He left the bedroom without waking Beatrice and descended the stairs. The soft morning light had already penetrated the mansion's windows. He didn't go for breakfast; he just left, feeling a familiar presence.
"I was sure you'd come earlier," Strax said, seeing the Phoenix hovering. "I wanted to, but the brat caused a huge problem at that mansion. Knock some sense into her; she's waiting for you," Xyn said and flew ahead. "At least you let me talk a bit..." Strax murmured.
