The Dream Weaver – Veronica – appeared before Kiba like a twinkling haze, without emitting any spatial fluctuations. It was like she teleported, but not through space or any medium one could be aware of.
She slipped a hand on Kiba's surprised face, and closed her face to his. Her neck touched his, and it was like she was about to kiss him.
The ethereal projection of the dreams swirled as she then opened her lips.
"I have no interest in acquiring the Cosmic Spark, never had."
Her misty breath lingered on him as she spoke. There was also a dreamy sweetness on her lips, radiating a temptation of epic proportions.
Had it not been Kiba but anyone else, they would have pounced on her to fulfill their beastly desires.
But it was Kiba. He had tasted more lips than he could count. And despite his desire to taste far more, he controlled it.