Chapter 316 – Vague
Lux poured himself into the seat across from her, posture relaxed but alert. "Yes. There was supposed to be one more."
"Fiera?" Rava piped up from the couch, holding a glass of pale rosé and nibbling on some cheese bread.
Lux nodded. "She said she couldn't come."
"She what?" Mira asked, surprised.
"She said she'd send someone else instead," Lux added, reaching into his pocket and casually flicking his phone into his palm. "Here."
He turned the screen toward her.
A simple message, timestamped, unmistakably from Fiera's number.
Mira's frown was immediate. "Wait a second. She said that?"
Lux nodded. "Yes. That's exactly how she replied. No fluff. No follow-up."
Naomi leaned in from beside Rava. "But that's… her number."
Rava frowned. "It's weird. Fiera's always direct, yeah. But not this vague."
