The training hall smelled like polished wood and cleaning products thanks to the efforts of Lyra and me. Sunlight filtered through high arched windows, casting long shadows across the scuffed floor. I followed Isobel deeper into the space, my mind still replaying that moment from earlier. Her lips on mine, her fingers caressing my length. God, I was eager to be with her. But she was eager to complete this tour, and I didn't want to disappoint her. I could last a few more minutes.
"Have I ever told you what I am, Lloyd? I'm sure you've guessed." She gave me a shaky smile. "I can't have you and Lyra calling me 'Demon Queen' and 'Illusion Mage' forever."
"I figured you were a Great Old One Warlock or a Twilight Cleric. Those Eldritch Blasts and that Armor of Agathys Spell have me leaning towards Warlock, though. Lyra was confident you were a Twilight Cleric, however. Judging by your expression, though, I'm guessing it's not that simple?"
