Melisa stretched lazily in bed, her nightshirt riding up to expose her thick purple thighs. Raven's bed was empty, as usual - that girl and her morning jogs.
[At least the view when she comes back all sweaty makes up for waking up alone. Those abs... Fu~u~uck.]
A knock at the door made her freeze.
Old habits kicked in instantly. Her hand reached for the knife under her pillow before her brain caught up with her paranoia.
[Wait. The Shadow Mages are gone. Aria rounded them all up. Nobody's trying to kill me anymore... Probably.]
Still, eight years of random assassination attempts had left their mark.
Melisa kept the knife close as she padded to the door, her other hand ready to cast if needed.
... Her tits had a bit more bounce in them today.
[Damn,] she squeezed one. [Are they getting bigger?]
Her boobs certainly did feel a tad heavier than they did a year ago.
