Chapter 193 – Liability
The interior lights shifted slightly as the doors shut—golden reflections on polished black paneling, soft jazz humming through hidden speakers, and mirrored walls that seemed too polite to judge what was about to happen.
The floor number ticked upward with an almost sarcastic slowness.
Aelitha didn't waste time.
"So," she began casually, voice dripping with curiosity masked as civility. "Are you Fiera's new boyfriend?"
Lux turned slightly, just enough to glance at her without giving her the satisfaction of full attention.
"Does it matter to you?"
His voice was calm. But not warm.
And yeah, he could already smell it.
Not literal perfume—though she was wearing something expensive, a foxflower blend with notes of desire and brandy.
No. This was something different.
A scent he knew far too well.
And the eyes… her eyes. He caught something behind that glint.
Envy.
Not the rabid, foam-mouthed kind. But the quiet, classy variety.
