The figure at the lectern shifted, and when she turned her head, Vencian finally saw her face clearly.
Roselys Marendil.
His pace slowed, though curiosity carried him forward.
"I told you, I would think about your offer. No need to stalk me over it." He asked the moment the moment their eyes met.
Her nose scrunching up. The expression was too plain to mistake. It screamed 'The audacity.'
Oh, come on.
He ignored the weight of it and slipped behind his usual shield. Shamelessness could smooth over more than honesty ever would.
"I didn't know you had passed the test for the fourth floor," she said, tone shifting from faint disapproval to surprise as she gathered the parchments she'd been studying. "Color me surprised."
"I know. I'm an overachiever."
Her eyes flicked to him, unimpressed. "Well, I can see that."
"I see."
He had no intention of getting into a prissy exchange of barbs with this woman, particularly one who supposedly want him in her dubious plans.
