Chapter 229 – Black Flag
He huffed, low and under his breath. Not loud enough to count as an argument, but enough to let her know that his patience—already on a timer—had just lost a few precious seconds.
The sound made her smile in that way Pride demons did best—like she'd just won an argument he didn't even know they were having.
Inwardly, he was split clean down the middle.
The Greed in him, the CFO, the one with instinctive ROI charts tattooed in his soul, was already shouting 'bad investment, Lux, walk away, write this off as sunk cost.'
The Lust in him, the one with sin carved into his bloodline and a weakness for dangerous women, was saying …'but what if?'
And somewhere in the middle, a quieter voice muttered that she wasn't a red flag—she was a black one. And not the fun kind you wave at a race. The kind pirates hang before they board your ship.
Her giggle pulled him out of the mental committee meeting. "Now you're giving me that stare again~."
He didn't bite.
