Chapter 262 – Dominance & Discipline Wear
Fenrir frowned like Lux had just suggested he go kiss a seraph. "Tip? As in... Hell Coins?"
Lux blinked, then laughed. "Ah. Right. Mortal realm. Yeah, they don't accept soul-tethered currency or blood-marked silver here."
He fished into his jacket. With a flick, he pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill, still fresh, like it had just been printed and kissed by greed itself.
He handed it over casually to the courier, who took it like he'd just been handed the keys to heaven.
The man's eyes went round. "Holy sh— I mean. Thanks. Thank you, sir!"
Fenrir grunted behind him.
"Escort him," Lux said again, this time with a look.
Fenrir obeyed—but not before shooting the man a glare that could peel paint off a cathedral wall. The courier laughed nervously and backed up toward the truck like someone caught shoplifting a crown.
Outside, the black delivery truck rumbled to life.
Fenrir didn't walk.
He ran.
