"Class D's not exactly subtle about their 'Guiding Light' hero." Her tone was dry, almost mocking, but her fingers twitched at her sides, a faint sign of nerves that Lor caught, his grin widening slightly.
He leaned against the windowsill, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement.
"Fair enough," he said, his voice casual but probing.
"So, what do you want, Ameth? Not exactly your style to make house calls. And why are you still in your uniform?" His gaze lingered on her, taking in the way her uniform clung to her full breasts, the moonlight accentuating her curves, stirring a familiar heat despite his suspicion.
Ameth hesitated, her icy blue eyes darting away for a moment, her fingers curling into fists.
She'd been following him since they left the academy, trailing his steps through the bustling market and quiet lanes, always waiting for a moment when he was alone.
