Chapter 324 – I Can Scream Your Name in Six Accents
The time showed 10:03 PM.
Lux knew because his watch chimed—politely, like even time didn't want to interrupt what was happening.
The dining room had shifted since the main course. It had slipped from polished conversation and tension-filled silences to an afterparty mess of half-eaten desserts, wine-stained linens, and too many open bottles. The scent of roasted duck had long been replaced by syrupy liqueur, melted chocolate, and something vaguely floral—maybe Rava's perfume, maybe Fiera's hair mousse as she now— drunk.
Lux exhaled slowly.
Because yes.
Fiera Ninevyn was currently perched sideways on his lap like a smug cat made of sequins, ambition, and alcohol.
Her lipstick was gone. Her blush was smeared. And her legs—those long, mile-long legs—were curled across his thighs like she owned his lap, his life, and probably his last will and testament.
"You smell like evil," she slurred.
Lux blinked. "Is that… a compliment?"
