Chapter 85: reached
Eva reached for her tea, her fingers brushing the cup’s rim, then set it down again, untouched. "Miss Silvia was different today."
Lor glanced up, his interest piqued beneath his casual facade.
"Like... really different," she continued, her voice thoughtful, almost admiring.
"Not just her hair up or a new spell robe. Her posture, her voice... even the way she held the chalk. She looked like she belonged in that classroom today."
Lor smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair, the memory of Silvia’s ritual flashing through his mind—her auburn hair disheveled, glasses fogged, breasts heaving under his touch.
"She came to the Guiding Light."
Eva’s eyebrows lifted, surprise widening her green eyes. "Seriously?"
He nodded, sipping his tea to mask the satisfaction curling in his chest. "She asked for help. She didn’t want to be clumsy anymore. She wanted to be a real teacher... one we could respect. So, yeah. The Light helped her."
Eva leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, her skirt riding up just enough to tease the edge of her plump thighs.
She let the thought settle, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the desk.
"Good," she murmured, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Class D’s a joke to everyone. But if she changes... maybe we will be a bit less of a joke to everyone."
She looked over at him again, her gaze lingering, warmer now. "And maybe she won’t be ’the walking wardrobe malfunction’ anymore."