His Unwanted Wife Returned as a Boss
The black-clad Cleaners dropped their weapons, their electronic headsets emitting a high-frequency tone that forced them to their knees.
The silver-fox chopper of the Corsairs touched down in the center of the wheat field. Siren stepped out, her cybernetic eye glowing a fierce, frantic violet. She looked up at Julian on the roof, then at the barn, which was now pulsing with a rhythmic, amber light.
"You did it, Thorne," Siren shouted over the dying whine of the engines. "You brought a goddess into a basement. Do you have any idea what you’ve just handed the world?"