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Sienna’s car devoured the coastal road beneath a blazing afternoon sun.

The midnight-black beast moved with scarcely any sound beyond the deep, restrained purr of its engine, its polished body swallowing the fierce sunlight and returning it in sleek rivers of violet-black brilliance. Every curve of the machine seemed carved for speed, elegance and quiet violence, a creature born from steel yet possessing more predatory grace than most living beasts.

Inside the car, the silence had become pregnant with too many things.

Curiosity throbbed within it and worry pressed against it.

But most of all, there was the dangerous aura leaking from Sienna’s body in slow, restrained waves, carrying a very clear warning toward the woman seated beside her:

Speak carefully.

Dravenna understood the warning.

She merely did not respect it enough to remain silent forever.

The two women looked strangely alike beneath the shifting sunlight. Had it not been for the daylight difference between their auras, the colour of their eyes and the mildly ridiculous fact that the younger woman had already become a true woman before the older one had ever allowed her mate that privilege, they could almost have been mistaken for twins.

Both possessed dark beauty refined beyond ordinary mortality.

Both carried the stillness of dangerous beings who had long ago learned that raising one’s voice was unnecessary when existence itself already listened.

Yet their powers could not have been more different.

Dravenna’s presence was jade, ancient and sovereign, carrying the hidden majesty of a Dragoness whose blood had crossed the boundary between mortality and divinity long before most cultivators learned how vast the heavens truly were.

Sienna’s aura was something else entirely.

It was black-violet Nether wrapped around the patient chill of Death, an oppressive tide that seemed to seep through the car’s interior and settle over every surface. The air around her fingertips darkened faintly whenever her grip tightened upon the steering wheel and thin wisps of Nether Energy escaped her skin, only to be drawn back inside before they could stain the mortal world.

That alone was different.

Yesterday, those wisps would not have returned so obediently.

Dravenna had noticed.

She had watched Sienna awaken, she had carried her broken body once feeling the horrifying imbalance between the young goddess and the ancient divinity attempting to exist inside it as she witnessed Nether Energy leak from Sienna’s pores like poison escaping a cracked heavenly furnace while Death Energy tear through her meridians, and understood better than almost anyone what a single careless use of power could cost the reincarnated Goddess.

And since morning, Sienna had refused to explain a thing.

Dravenna shifted in her seat.

The movement was slight at first, merely a turn of the shoulders but curiosity defeated caution completely, and she twisted fully toward Sienna, studying her profile beneath the hard afternoon light:

"Goddess," she began making Sienna’s fingers tighten around the wheel.

Dravenna continued anyway; bravery and stupidity were often blood relatives, and today curiosity had invited both to sit beside her.

"You have refused to tell me anything since yesterday."

Sienna’s gaze remained fixed upon the road.

Ahead, the black ribbon of asphalt curved along the cliffs, one side bordered by ancient forest and the other falling toward the vast glittering expanse of Hell’s Paradise Lake. The sun had climbed beyond morning and now burned with the merciless authority of early afternoon, pouring molten brilliance over the world and flashing across the hood of the midnight car Phei had given her.

The gift...

Her eyes lowered toward the wheel for less than a heartbeat.

She had never imagined Phei would give her something like this.

It was not because he lacked the money. Wealth meant almost nothing to Sienna and the price of the car mattered even less.

Mortal fortunes were only piles of numbers attempting to feel immortal, and she had seen primordials vanish with treasuries large enough to make Earth’s wealthiest families look like roadside beggars.

What had moved her was the thought behind it.

Phei had chosen the car for her and; not merely an expensive vehicle like a gift selected by some assistant who had searched for the costliest thing available and wrapped arrogance around the key.

He had found something that suited her taste with frightening precision.

The colour, the elegance and the contained brutality beneath the hood.

Even the interior seemed designed around the sort of luxury she tolerated, dark, clean and free of unnecessary decoration. The car did not beg to be noticed just like her and simply moved through the world knowing nothing on the road could truly compete with it.

Exactly what she would have chosen if she were to want a car.

That was rare.

People knew many things about Sienna; they knew what she refused, what irritated her and knew the sorts of food she tolerated, the colours she wore, the silence she preferred and the amount of conversation required before she began considering murder a reasonable solution.

But knowing what she wanted well enough to reproduce it perfectly was different.

And Phei had done it.

Phei, of all people; she had never believed he would understand anything capable of moving her.

Perhaps that belief had come from their childhood.

She had been a Maxton then, at least in his eyes, and he had been the Charity Case dragged beneath the family’s roof and reminded too often that kindness could be another form of humiliation. Their history had hardly encouraged tenderness. Sienna had never spoken openly about herself. She had never sat beside him and explained her tastes, her thoughts, her private desires or the quiet things that could reach beneath the coldness she wore.

She had given him nothing.

Yet somehow, he had still found the correct answer.

Or perhaps she was not nearly as complicated as she liked to believe.

That possibility was offensive.

Still, he had been her only friend when they were younger.

Sienna would have preferred being impaled upon a burning stake before admitting that to his face, naturally. Certain truths were better left buried beneath several mountains and guarded by Nether Beasts with poor social skills.

Everything Phei had accused her of was true.

She had been cold, ruel and distant.

She had watched him suffer without explaining why she acted as she did, allowed him to believe the worst of her because the truth had been too vast, too dangerous and too deeply connected to forces neither of them had been prepared to confront.

But there had been a reason.

A large and enormous one.

After all, Phei was far more to her than he believed himself to be.

’He always has been.’

"Nether."

Dravenna’s voice cut through her thoughts.

Sienna’s right eyelid twitched.

"Nether," Dravenna repeated, leaning slightly closer. "Did it work?"

A slow sigh escaped Sienna:

"I am fine, all right?" she said, her voice carrying the exhausted patience of a Goddess being tormented by a particularly persistent mortal insect. "Stop pestering me."

Dravenna did not look convinced, she slowly shook her head.

"I understand that you are embarrassed to discuss the details of your first time with Phei."

The aura inside the car sharpened and black-violet thread of Nether crawled across the steering wheel before Sienna forced it back into her palm.

Dravenna’s lips almost curved.

"But I require a better explanation than I am fine," she continued. "Forgive me, Nether, but that cannot be helped."

Sienna glanced at her at last.

One look but cold enough to freeze a lesser cultivator’s Primordial Soul inside its sea of consciousness.

Dravenna met it without retreating:

The two stared at one another while the car continued tearing down the road beneath Sienna’s effortless control.

Finally, Sienna looked away and released another sigh.

She understood Dravenna’s concern.

The alternative was for Dravenna to accept her Goddess’s word, remain silent and discover later that Sienna had not actually been fine at all.

Then she would die.

Again.

That final word had long ago lost the simplicity it possessed for mortals.

Sienna had died before. She had returned before. She knew the violence involved in squeezing an ancient divine existence through the narrow gate of reincarnation, knew how much could be lost between death and awakening, how many memories arrived damaged and how easily even a Goddess could return as something incomplete.

Dravenna had no intention of watching it happen again merely because Sienna found embarrassment more threatening than mortality.

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