Chapter 182 – A Very Well Dressed Calculator
A pause.
Then the faint sound of feathers ruffling.
Corvus's voice softened, deadpan now. 'Got it. Full vanish. I'll make it look like guilt.'
'Good bird.'
Corvus let out a smug caw as Lux turned away from the stream of hot water and stepped out of the shower.
The mirror was fogged up, but he didn't wipe it. He liked the way his outline looked.
Steam curled behind him like war smoke. Like warning.
He wrapped a towel around his waist, slowly. Purposefully. Movements clean. Controlled.
Outside, the world spun—so fast, so loud, so obsessed with buying, branding, owning things they couldn't even begin to understand. Souls. Secrets. Seductions. All for sale, if the price was high enough.
But he wasn't.
And that lamia queen? She'd learn that soon enough.
[New Task Created: Lylith Seravelle – Distraction. Seduction. Destruction.]
Lux looked at the mirror, at the faint outline of his smirk forming through the haze, sharp as a blade.
