Great, your dead ex-husband has come back from the grave to warn everyone that you’re a gold-digging murderer.
Well, no time like the present for a firey distraction, hmm?
Oh, Mischief, my dear, you’re so… cold-blooded.
I love it [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅]
It’s fine. Don’t panic, Mischief. We’ll just lock him in with that damned urn and he can starve to death. Yes, I know it’s a painful way to go, but it must be done. He isn’t giving us many options here!
Makoa wants to let him out? No no, you must woo him, put him under that charming spell of yours. He won’t go against you now that you’ve promised your heart to him.
Now, leave them be. Go work on your next target. He can’t possibly resist you~
See? I told you. Father Winter is a mere bump in the road that will be dealt with shortly. For now, we just have to – wait, what do you mean Sage is different? He’s got a what in the where now?!
I feel like that should be something you know before you WooHoo with someone…
Bright side – you’re already pregnant so no alien babies!
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