He stopped mere steps away, his smirk widening. "Now, I'll be taking you with me—"
"I don't think so."
Gin's frown deepened as he turned toward the voice.
Standing before him was a man with piercing blue eyes and with his lower face obscured by a black mask.
"Travis…" Cattleya muttered. Recognition flickered in her expression as she identified one of her more notable classmates.
She hadn't expected to see him here of all places. She knew Travus mostly for his constant arguments with Lucas.
Travis's gaze swept over her, noting her compromised state. Tendrils of darkness coiled around her, pinning her in place as she gripped her sword tightly.
"Looks like you're in rough shape," he said, his words calm but a bit mocking. "Lucky for you, I found you."
Cattleya's eyes narrowed in irritation. "I didn't ask for your help. I can handle myself just fine."