"Are you crazy?" Lunara's words were muffled against her palm as she covered her mouth. "Move." She shoved Eryx away as he leaned in closer. Ignoring him, she walked past him, quickening her pace toward Naomi's room.
"A'ah, I told you—you're sleeping in my room starting today." Eryx grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his embrace.
"Mr. Eryx Cyrus Grantham!" she huffed, glaring up at him. "I'd prefer the cold, distant you, so please… just store away your flirty, perverted behavior." A shudder ran through her as she looked at him.
But Eryx only grinned, finding her reaction far too adorable to stop.
"Move your hand, Mr. Grantham," she demanded, trying to pry his grip off her arm, but he remained unfazed.
"Promise me, just for tonight. Tomorrow, you'll sleep in my room." His tone was firm, his grip refusing to loosen until she answered.
"Why… why, why?!" She stomped her foot in frustration. "You were doing just fine without me all this time, so why do you need me now?"
