Lor tightened his grip on the pouch, a slow grin tugging at his lips.
So… it worked. She actually made profit. And she brought my cut straight to me.
The realization sent a thrill through him, not just from the money but from the power it implied.
Ameth, the untouchable ice queen, was entangled in his web now, whether she admitted it or not.
Kiara leaned closer, her curiosity piqued as she caught sight of the pouch.
Her eyes widened slightly, a rare crack in her usual confidence.
"Why are you carrying that much money? Lor, you'll get robbed walking around with that."
He snapped the pouch shut, tucking it deep into his bag with a casual shrug.
"Not mine," he said,.
Kiara's eyes narrowed, her lips pursing as she studied him. "Then whose?"
"Long story," Lor said quickly, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
He flashed her a grin, equal parts deflection and promise, the kind that always seemed to disarm her.
"I'll tell you on the walk home."
