Emma fell into step behind Asher as he strolled out of the hall, casting one last worried glance toward the lecture hall.
Inside, Naomi's labored gasps and the faint scrape of her movement echoed, before she stepped out as well and took another way
She didn't even need to ask what happened. Just from seeing how dark Asher's gaze was and the way he didn't even look at her before walking off spoke volumes.
Sinnett whistled low under his breath as they moved through the halls.
"Man, you really got her to shut up this time," he said with a casual grin, swinging his locs back into place. "Two thigh shots? Cold. She is going to limping for days."
Asher didn't respond. He kept his gaze ahead, already thinking about what came next. Naomi wouldn't even be a problem now.
She'd do anything to maintain what she'd of dignity she had left, and although he was tempted to use her to fill up the requirements to unlock his other draconic abilities, he had to hold back and find someone suitable.
