Benjamin now had a line across his face—a red vertical slit directly under his right eye, weeping blood in a thin stream that traced a crimson path down his cheek.
The wound was shallow but precise, clearly intended as a warning rather than a killing blow.
He touched the blood with his fingers, his expression unreadable as he examined the crimson substance.
And as he looked at it, he noticed something very important that he hadn't fully comprehended before:
Something that made his eyes widen with sudden, dawning realization that changed everything he thought he understood about their encounter...
[I just discovered something, Sys... Despite not having any children, Marina sort of counts as a MILF in my dictionary,] Benjamin mused internally, his eyes tracing her form with renewed interest.
{Amazing, Master,} Sys responded flatly, her mental voice utterly devoid of enthusiasm.
