Lana
I was still standing there.
My wrist throbbed where Kaelith had gripped it, but that wasn't what hurt the most.
He didn't even hesitate to walk away.
My fingers twitched at my sides. I didn't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't… this.
A sigh slipped past my lips. Maybe I was the fool for thinking last night had meant something.
I shook my head, about to step back into my room when—
A sudden tug on my clothes.
Small. Light. Just enough to make my breath hitch.
I froze.
And then—
"I POOPED WHILE STANDING" My voice rang through the corridor, loud and panicked.
Silence followed.
I turned my head slowly.
Behind me, a boy stood—tall for his age but clearly young, maybe twelve. His jet-black hair framed sharp, delicate features, and when he blinked up at me, his bright blue eyes shimmered with curiosity.
Dark elf.
He was silent, completely unfazed by my outburst.
I, on the other hand, was trying to get my heart rate under control.
