Psithurism 12.2

Now that Amias thought about it with a clearer mind, he could conclude that the bouquet was not the only luxurious item Era possessed. Even her clothes, shoes, bracelets, earrings, and necklace exuded an undeniable luxury.

Amias rubbed his hands together before slipping them into his pockets. For a moment he looked around at the quiet surroundings. Era had led him to a secluded corner of the campus, away from the crowd.

"So, he really is your new boyfriend?"

Era took a deep breath. "That's none of your business. The important thing now is to tell me, why did you come to see me?"

The first suspicion came to Era's mind. She guessed that Amias' reason would not be far from money. After all, she didn't expect any other reason, knowing Amias' nature only too well. Amias was a drunkard, a gambler, and a drug addict.

A cynical expression appeared on Era's face. "Do you want money? Or do you want to sell me again to pay your debts?"

"You're really something, Era. How could you talk to your fa