Serena reached up, rubbing her temples, thoroughly exasperated. "Get up."
Black Jack didn't budge, instead shuffling a little closer to Serena. "Just give me one good lash. If you whip me, you can't be mad anymore."
"Enough, stop acting."
Serena reached back and shut the door behind her. "Cut it out with The Penance Play. If my mom walks in and sees this, she's going to think we're playing out some weird cosplay."
Black Jack was nothing if not an opportunist.
She gave a cheeky grin, instantly dropping the pitiful act, and sprang to her feet.
Tossing the whip aside without a second thought.
Her movements were remarkably fluid.
"Demon, I knew you were the best!" Black Jack sidled up to Serena, tilting her head and looking at her with wide, puppy-dog eyes. "So you aren't mad anymore?"
Serena rolled her eyes but let Black Jack link arms with her anyway.
Her tone was cool, yet carried an undeniable trace of indulgence. "In the three years I've been away from the Ghost Alliance, you've really let those operatives get soft."
"To think they could make such an amateur mistake."
"If word gets out about this, how are we supposed to maintain the Ghost Alliance's reputation in the underworld? Don't you dare tell anyone I trained them—it's embarrassing."
Black Jack buried her head into Serena's shoulder. "That's exactly why the Ghost Alliance needs its Demon back!"
"If you don't come back soon, I'm going to run the entire organization into the ground!"
"So, to protect world peace and uphold love and necessary evil, my Sovereign Demon—you need to reclaim your throne!"
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