The room fell into silence again, the kind that settles after a scandalous demand has been dropped like a dagger into the floor, the lavender lamp's soft glow casting flickering shadows across Lia's tidy bedroom.
The air was thick with the scent of tea and overbaked shortbread, undercut by the faint hum of warding spells lingering in the walls.
Sophia stared at Lor, her mouth slightly open, her blonde twin tails twitching faintly, her petite frame rigid with disbelief, her blue eyes wide, her small breasts rising with a quick breath under her uniform.
Lia's freckled cheeks flushed crimson, her green eyes flicking to the coin still lying cold on the floor, then back to Lor's face—his calm, almost bored smirk that somehow made it worse, his hazel eyes half-lidded, glittering with the power he wielded so effortlessly now.
