Chapter 16: Ghosts in Armor
Chapter 16 – Ghosts in Armor
He put away the watch without looking, fingers moving on instinct. Smooth, clean, precise. The kind of motion he only makes when he knows things are about to get dirty.
Then he walked to the minibar, picked the most overpriced champagne bottle from the ice bucket, popped the cork with a lazy flick of his thumb, and poured himself a glass.
He didn’t drink it immediately.
He walked to the balcony first, barefoot.
City lights sprawled like spilled jewels across the skyline. Warm. Mortal. Unaware.
Lux sipped slowly.
Then his eyes narrowed.
Far off in the distance—perched between the liminal lines of perception and reality—he saw them.
Three specks of impossible symmetry.
White-winged. Gleaming.