Chapter 86: grabbed
The morning sun hadn’t even cut fully through the fog, yet Lor’s footsteps were sharp, purposeful, boots echoing along the stone-paved path to the academy.
His coat swayed with every stride, the crisp chill brushing his skin like a polite warning: the day was waiting, full of opportunities to weave his web tighter.
Then—
A sudden hand grabbed his wrist, firm and unyielding.
Another clutched his collar, yanking him with surprising strength.
And before Lor could speak, he was pulled—right off the path and into the narrow shade of an alley, the moss-covered walls closing in like secrets.
He staggered a little, boots scraping against the uneven cobblestones, his shoulder colliding with the damp stone. "What the—?!"
Two figures loomed over him, their cloaks blending into the shadows, but their presences unmistakable.
Viora. And Myra.
Myra’s brown eyes narrowed, her brunette curls framing a sharp face as she crossed her arms tightly under her cloak, the motion pushing up her full breasts against the fabric of her uniform.
Viora stood closer, her green hair in its messy ponytail swaying slightly, hand still gripping his sleeve, her curvy thighs shifting with defiant energy.
From the outside, it probably looked like they were mugging him—