As they neared the inn, the warm glow of lanterns spilling from its windows and the faint hum of activity inside, Valeria quickened her pace. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, and all she wanted now was the solace of her room—away from Lucavion's insufferable smirk and the maddening thumping in her chest that refused to fade.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said curtly, not even glancing in his direction as they entered the inn. Without waiting for his response, she made a beeline for the stairs, her boots clicking sharply against the wooden floor.
Lucavion lingered at the entrance, watching her retreating figure with an amused expression. He didn't call after her or make any attempt to stop her—though the smirk on his lips suggested he had plenty of remarks in mind. Instead, he leaned casually against the doorway, his gaze following her until she disappeared down the hallway.
