They walked into the empty miniature house, its interior divided into three rooms.
Elion closed off the entrance and slipped his arms around Mira's and Tessa's waists, pulling their warm bodies close, while Isolde sat on a raised platform, repeatedly looking toward them from the corner of her eye.
"You know," Mira began, "some of those second-year guys were giving us trouble a while back."
Elion looked at her. "What sort of trouble?"
"Trying to hit on us." She smiled shamelessly as Tessa clicked her tongue beside her. "All three of us, actually. We had to shut them down before they finally left us alone."
His eyes grew cold.
"They weren't particularly pushy afterward," Mira added. "Once we made our stance clear, they stopped trying."
"Is that so?" Elion said. "Then perhaps I should rethink selling anything to them."
He would easily find other buyers. If those guys had been entertaining designs on his women, they could look elsewhere for their advancement resources.
