She woke up safe and warm in her bed, comfortable, relaxed, cuddled up against soft, smooth skin, long curly hair, the smell of citrus wafting from the long strands, an air of perf— Londyn’s eyes shot open to look at the back of Alexandria’s head, then trailed down to her naked shoulders. She gently shifted and felt that, indeed, the rest of her body was unclothed. Just like Dyn’s was. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

A train blew its whistle, screeching into the hot, stagnant air of the East Skyside Station, sending pigeons on its roof into harried flight. The horrible sound sliced through a sheer lace curtain and bounced around the room beyond. Quite suddenly, from the beauty of sleep, dream, and peace, Kroweth was painfully, horribly awake.

A long day at work. A hard day. Sohn was up her ass. A promotion was brewing, so things were getting uncomfortable between the two. One of them would be a Team Manager soon, and Londyn was getting desperate. She was sick of merc wrangling. Thankless work that didn’t pay well enough. But hey, she got a house out of it. A nicer one than most of the merc wranglers, on account of her brother Lito.