Lor leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, lips tugged into a smirk that held just a hint of bitterness, the flickering library candlelight catching the edge of his jaw, casting shadows that made him look more like a prince of secrets than a Class D student.
His hazel eyes glinted with a guarded hurt, his tousled black hair falling into his face as he studied Sophia and Lia.
"No matter what you say," he said, his voice quiet but firm, cutting through the heavy air of ink and parchment, "the Guiding Light is angry with you."
Sophia's blue eyes widened, her blonde twin tails swaying as her petite frame tensed, her small breasts rising with a quick breath under her uniform. "What?"
Lia blinked, her red curls bouncing, her green eyes narrowing as her curvy thighs shifted under her skirt. "Why?"
Lor raised a brow, his voice sharpening, his lean frame leaning forward slightly.
