Chapter 154: Lucas Allan Grantham
"Are you crazy? If you’re planning to die, maybe don’t start with evening traffic. That way, you won’t ruin someone’s dinner."
The voice was sharp, laced with dry irritation, but there was something else buried under it. Something harder to define.
Lunara turned her head slowly.
A man stood tall beside her, his hand still loosely holding her arm. His grip had already loosened, but the warmth of it still lingered.
The moment Lunara’s eyes landed on the man, her eyes shifted.
The man looked awfully... familiar.
Sharp eyes. A furrowed brow. That same coldness in his expression that used to make her flinch when Eryx got angry.
No. Not just familiar, uncannily so.
Almost the same height. Almost the same frame.
Even the tilt of his head, for one breathless second, she thought it was Eryx.
But it wasn’t.