Chapter 242 – Not Disposable
Lucaris' eyes narrowed further. "Negotiations?"
"Of course." Lux took a small step forward, not enough to close the gap entirely, but enough to signal he wasn't intimidated by the horns, the aura, or the killing intent. "You're a father. I respect that. But I think you're looking at this the wrong way."
Sira, clearly enjoying herself, leaned around Lux's shoulder just to smirk at her father. "He's not wrong."
Lucaris shot her a look sharp enough to cut stone, but she only grinned wider.
Lux continued, his tone taking on that velvet-smooth cadence he used when closing deals. "You see, I'm not some nameless drifter sniffing around your bloodline." His gaze locked with Lucaris' in a steady, unblinking challenge. "And your daughter seems to think I'm worth her time."
Lucaris barked a short laugh—not friendly, not warm, but edged like broken glass. "Worth her time? Boy, you have no idea what you're playing with."
