Damon was on edge, his grip firm on Leona's wrist as he pulled her along. He wasn't taking any chances with Lilith Astranova, knowing full well how easily she could extract information.
To his surprise, Leona Valefier didn't resist. The beastkin girl simply followed without complaint, her usual boisterous energy muted.
The rowdy noise of the tavern buzzed around them, but Damon noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The kind of shift that told him someone of note had entered.
'The lowlifes in here are probably debating whether to sell us out to the Student Council.'
Reaching the back door, Damon pushed against it with all his weight, but it didn't budge.
"Huh… crap, it's locked," he muttered, his frustration mounting.
Leona blinked, her expression almost comical in its confusion. "Now what do we do? Are we in trouble?"
Damon shot her a glare, barely holding back the urge to smack some sense into her.
