Chapter 22: The Dragon Heiress
Chapter 22 – The Dragon Heiress
He rested his elbow on the table, fingers idly tracing the edge of a polished silver fork.
His other hand tapped gently against the table—three fingers in rhythm, a familiar tempo of thought.
[Well played, sir]
Lux gave a small nod, murmuring under his breath, "Thanks."
[Though I must admit, I’m a little sad. No pheromones, no bribes, no threats. You really are on vacation.]
"I just wanted dinner," he said with a light shrug. "No complications. No divine politics. No soul-bond renegotiations mid-meal."
[And possibly another round of mortally compromising Naomi.]
Lux chuckled.
"One thing at a time."
His eyes flicked around the restaurant. Everything gleamed. Crystal, gold-accented plates, high-backed chairs that whispered elegance. The kind of ambiance that said ’we charge ten times more because we know you won’t complain.’