Chapter 37: Sunset at the Academy Gates
Silas slung the briefcase over his shoulder, its weight oddly comforting now. His smile lingered—not just at the ridiculousness of being pelted by a flying case, but at how Victoria had somehow managed to feel familiar in such a short span. Like someone he'd known far longer.
"Do you always get that comfortable with strangers?"
He asked, glancing sideways as they began walking together again. Victoria fell into step beside him on his left, now sporting a sleek handbag that hadn't been there moments ago—likely conjured with the same casual flair she used for tossing briefcases.
"Where do you live, anyways?"
She tilted her head, crimson eyes curious as they tracked his expression. The afternoon sun spilled through the tall arched windows, casting golden rectangles along the marble floor beneath their feet, slowly dimming as the day crept toward evening.
"That's the neat part—I don't know."
Silas said with a grin, voice light, but his words earned a raised eyebrow from Victoria.
"And here I thought you were the know-it-all typa guy."
She smirked, mischievous, watching him like she was waiting for the punchline.
Silas only grinned wider before flicking her forehead again with swift precision. A slight wince flickered across his face from the repetitive sting on his finger, but he waved it off casually.
"Not my fault my new butler just teleported me straight to the academy."