The Price of a Favor
That grin told Isabella exactly what was coming - Victor wanted another favor he had no right to request.
Her gut tightened at that grin - cool, sure of itself, almost too bold. Something about it felt off, like a tune played just out of key.
Still… deep down, one quiet corner whispered it was true -
He fit into it more easily than he should have.
"Hey guild master, long time no see."
Smooth came his words, loose and easy, as if the mess he'd made of her guild that morning had never happened. Quiet sat the moment after, untouched by what broke earlier.
Her gaze tightened without a pause.
"What the hell are you saying? We just met yesterday."
Out loud, her voice turned edgy, a quick flash of annoyance showing before she caught herself. Arms crossed under her chest, stance locked tight, shielding something… still, her eyes stayed on him past the usual moment.
This man.
