Her smirk was razor-sharp, and every word she spoke dripped with sarcasm.
Lucia's body stiffened. She had a proud personality in Alarath—confident and unshaken. But now, there was a slight tremble in her hands.
'Elira...' she muttered, her teeth grinding together. She forced herself to meet the woman's gaze.
The sheep-eared woman might have looked timid and innocent, but Lucia knew better.
Back in the academy, Elira had been one of the cruelest, always quick to belittle and torment her.
"Oh, is the little experiment losing her nerve?" Elira purred, her voice rude and teasing. Her green eyes sparkled with a wicked glow as she walked closer. Her well-endowed chest bounced with every movement, drawing attention.
Even Asher's eyes instinctively gravitated toward it. It wasn't because he was a pervert, but simply his reaction to something so noticeable.
