Felix could swear he was not seeing things. Xena sat on his couch, with two glasses and a bottle of wine on the coffee table before her.

"Your life seems quite fun," Xena remarked, her initial smile instantly fading as her eyes fixed on Wendy in Felix's arms.

Felix glanced down, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Xena, I—" he started, but she cut him off, "No need to explain. I clearly came at a bad time. Don't worry. I'll use the front door next time."

Felix inwardly cursed a