Chapter 152 – Not Just an Assassination
The dinner ended with less drama than Lux had expected.
Which, frankly, made him more suspicious.
They all said their polite goodbyes.
Mira lingered a bit longer than necessary, her gaze flicking between Lux's lips and his eyes like she wanted to ask something but didn't trust herself to survive the answer.
Elyndra gave Rava a long, questioning look before leaving with a subtle, noble nod in Lux's direction.
And Fiera… Fiera muttered something about macarons, then vanished like a fox pretending not to have feelings.
Rava walked him to the door.
She still looked a little wrecked—eyeliner smudged at the corner, dress rumpled at the hips. But she owned it. Wore the afterglow like it was a designer scent only demons could afford.
He kissed her gently. Just a brush of lips.
But his gaze didn't stay on her.
It moved.
Past her.
Right to the three girls pretending not to look back.
And when they caught his eyes—oh, they shivered.
