"Missed me already?"
Victoria's glare darkened, her emerald eyes flashing with barely contained irritation.
"Get up," she ordered, her voice sharp. "Follow me."
Damien, still lazily reclined in his chair, didn't move. He didn't even bother sitting up properly. Instead, he exhaled through his nose, stretching his arms slightly before resting his chin back against his palm.
Then, with the laziest smirk—
"No. I refuse."
"....."
Silence.
Victoria's fingers twitched at her side.
A few students still lingering nearby turned their heads, sensing the tension. Moren, who had remained awkwardly in the background, looked between the two of them, his expression caught between confusion and unease.
Damien finally tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze.
"What?" he drawled, smirking. "Did you expect me to follow you?" His tone was mocking, playful. Then, with a chuckle, he shook his head. "Really, Victoria? I thought you were smarter than that."
"You—!"
