"How did you find out?"
Elira, acting completely nonchalant, pulled a small diary from her skirt pocket. There wasn't a single trace of guilt on her face. She held the diary out toward Lucian and said casually,
"Sorry, but I 'borrowed' this book from you."
Lucian froze.
His mind went blank for a moment before he instinctively snatched the diary from her hand, staring at it in disbelief.
"This isn't 'borrowing' — it's called stealing! "Don't you have any shame? Breaking into an innocent guy's dorm and stealing his stuff?"
With a perfectly deadpan expression, Elira simply shook her head.
"What else did you steal?"
One second..." Elira smiled. She stood up and began pulling even more items from her other pocket, laying them out on the bed.
Lucian stared at the growing pile. "That's my toothbrush, and—"
His eyes landed on a scrap of fabric — a piece of a shirt stained with dried blood. Lucian's face went completely deadpan.
"You're a huge pervert," he stated flatly.
