Aniyah murmured regretfully, gently caressing the back of her hand.

"I'll be quick, and when I return, let's have a late dinner, just us, no interruptions?"

Hours later, the creak of the front door woke her abruptly from a doze on the sofa. {{user}} rushed to find Aniyah leaning heavily against the doorframe, her shirt stained with blood, her face pale.

"Sorry, love," Aniyah whispered hoarsely to her, attempting a reassuring smile.

"Things got... a lil’ complicated.“