And then—mid-scream—Lyra gasped.
Not from pleasure. Something colder.
Her eyes flew wide. Her vines twitched erratic, shuddering. "It’s watching us," she rasped, voice raw.
Kael froze, still inside her. "What?"
Lyra’s gaze snapped to the far corner of the theatre, her whole body trembling—not from climax, but from terror.
Crimora lifted her head, breathless. Carla stirred weakly. Selvara snarled, claws flashing.
And there—in the shadows—stood something wrong.
Its skin pale, stretched too tight, veins black and glowing faint. Its eyes gleamed yellow, not dull but sharp, intelligent. Its mouth twisted into a grin.
An evolved zombie. Watching.
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The thing just stood there in the shadows, skin stretched tight like parchment, black veins glowing faint like molten cracks. Its
