Chapter 100: meet
Nellie looked up, her cheeks glowing pink in the dark, her hands twisting together nervously. "I wanted to... to meet you."
Lor paused, surprised—but only for a second, his mind already spinning with possibilities.
He raised a finger to his lips, silencing her, then made a small motion with his hand.
"Wait by the door. I’ll come get you."
The window closed with a soft click, the sound barely disturbing the night’s hush.
Moments later, the door of the Vayne house creaked open just enough to reveal Lor’s face, his tousled black hair falling into his hazel eyes as he scanned the street quickly before landing on her.
Nellie stood there, fidgeting, arms clutched around herself, her gray eyes cast down, her wide hips shifting nervously, the tight fabric of her pants accentuating every curve.
He gestured her inside, his voice a whisper. "Shh."
They tiptoed through the quiet house like conspirators in a forbidden game, every step on the wooden stairs creaking just slightly under their weight, the sound swallowed by the stillness.
Lor’s heart beat faster—not from fear, but from the thrill of another piece falling into his web.
When they reached his room, he shut the door softly behind them, the thud barely audible, sealing them in the dimly lit space.
The golden light from the lantern cast shadows across the dark-stained bed, the air still faintly musky from his earlier encounter with Kiara, though the open window had cleared most of it.