Chapter 186 – Siren
The hall was quiet.
Whoever came wasn't trying to hide.
They were invited. Or expected.
Or powerful enough to not give a damn. Like Sira or Lullaby.
He rode the elevator down like a man descending into war with the confidence of a bored executioner. The lobby was already humming with mortal activity—waiters gliding like ghosts, guests murmuring into phones, the soft clink of fine cutlery from the adjacent restaurant.
Lux walked into the lounge area like he owned the building.
The restaurant smelled of fresh croissants, caramelized bacon, overpriced truffle eggs, and whatever perfume the elite wore to pretend they had morals.
He scanned the tables.
There. Far back corner.
A booth with a view. Two empty seats. Perfect lighting. Subtle distance from mortal noise. Close enough to hear the espresso machine hum, far enough to shut down a conversation with one look.
