Chapter 13: over his brow
Eva leaned against Lor's desk in the dim classroom, her tight uniform hugging her curves, her green eyes sharp with curiosity.
"Hi, Eva," Lor greeted, his voice smooth, his grin widening as he leaned against a nearby desk, his hazel eyes lingering on her curves.
Eva crossed her arms, her blouse tightening over her chest, her bow bobbing slightly. "Where were you, Lor? You skipped sword sparring entirely. Everyone noticed that the weakest was missing, you have no idea how popular you are as a sparring partner."
Lor shrugged, his tone casual but his mind sharp. "Got tied up. Had to meet with Olivia, then Miss Silvia."
"Olivia?" Eva's green eyes narrowed, her lips twitching with amusement. "What's she got to do with anything?"
Lor's grin turned sly, his hazel eyes glinting. "She spotted us—you know, doing the ritual. Asked me what it was all about."
Eva let out a sharp chuckle, her curvy figure shaking slightly, her bow bouncing. "Oh, I bet she freaked out and slapped you when you told her about the 'Guiding Light.' Olivia's not exactly the type to buy into your weird tricks."
"Not really," Lor said, his voice low, his grin widening. "She actually performed it. Twerked for five minutes."
Eva's jaw dropped, her green eyes widening before another chuckle burst out, louder this time.