The heated three-way kiss lingered on the ruined observation deck, lips parting with soft, wet sounds under the bright morning sun. Aiden's hands roamed possessively over the curves of both women — one on Elysara's wide hip, the other squeezing Aeloria's thick thigh. Their breaths mingled, flushed faces inches apart, when distant voices began rising from far below.
Shouts echoed up from the streets surrounding the clock tower. A growing crowd had gathered, pointing upward at the shattered railings, cracked pillars, and collapsing sections of the structure. Stone fragments still tumbled down in small cascades, kicking up dust clouds. People shouted in alarm, some calling for the city guards, others speculating wildly about what could have caused such sudden destruction in broad daylight.
"—the clock tower is falling apart!"
"Magic? Attack? Someone call the guards!"
