Chapter 228 – Irritating is Mutual
Sira's smirk deepened. "Of course I will." She leaned in close enough that her perfume—smoke, cinnamon, and something older—slid into his lungs. "We'll talk later. In my place."
Lux let go of her wrist slowly, deliberately, as if giving her permission to retreat.
"C'mon," she said, stepping back but keeping her fingers hooked lightly in the fabric at his hip. "You're not welcome here for too long."
Lux's gaze swept the room. She wasn't wrong. A few demons lingering along the walls were watching him with the kind of look that said 'I'd like to see your head on a pike'. A pair of them didn't bother hiding the way their claws flexed.
He let out a slow breath through his nose. "Yeah. I can tell."
Sira didn't bother glancing at them. She just raised one hand lazily, and the air in front of them rippled—dark and glossy, like a mirror submerged in oil.
