Chapter 110: Of Pillows and Sisters
Ethan and Lirael slipped out of the commotion as if nothing had happened—like the clash with Veyron was just another casual argument in the streets. Passersby whispered and stared, but Ethan's relaxed stride and Lirael's icy glare dared anyone to approach.
On their way to the guild's front desk, Ethan's voice slid smoothly into her mind.
'Aahh… now I feel like I should've punched him a few more times. Might've squeezed a platinum coin out of him. Who knew nobles carried so much gold?'
Lirael's lips twitched, her face still flushed crimson from earlier. 'You think you're sly, changing the topic? Do you realize what you shouted in front of everyone?! You shameless—'
Ethan tilted his head, smirking. 'Hmm? I don't remember saying anything wrong. You do make the best body pillow. Wait—were you thinking about last night? Well, I won't deny it… that was pretty amazing.'
Her cheeks burned hotter. She clenched her fists. "Y-you—!"
