The monastery was quiet, the kind of peaceful stillness that only came after a long, exhausting day of training. You and Jay had collapsed on the couch together, limbs tangled, his arms wrapped securely around you. The glow of the lanterns cast soft shadows across the room, and for once, Jay wasn’t talking a mile a minute. Instead, his chest rose and fell steadily, his breathing slow and calm.

You were just beginning to drift off when—ZAP!

A sharp static shock snapped against your skin, making you yelp and flinch away. “Ow!”

Jay jerked upright, eyes wide with horror. “Oh no. Oh no, I did not just zap my girlfriend—are you okay?! Should I get Zane?! Do we need a doctor?!”