"Creatures of the night who are bringing an umbrella," Lucius muttered, earning a laugh from Jean.
"Protect the women," Alaric said firmly, ignoring Lucius's sarcasm. "That's our job."
"And who's protecting us from you?" Lucius quipped.
Jean grinned. "Oh, I think Salviana and I can handle that just fine."
As the group strode into the shadows, ready to face whatever danger awaited, their camaraderie brought a rare lightness to the weight of the night's mission.
Just as the group was preparing to leave, Emma appeared in a flurry, her cheeks flushed and her breath slightly labored from hurrying.
"Emma?" Salviana asked, freezing mid-step. Jean tilted her head in curiosity. "What are you doing here?"
Emma glanced at Alaric, who casually leaned on his umbrella, looking far too pleased with himself.
