Chapter 169: Where’s Your Greed?
Chapter 169 – Where’s Your Greed?
The Delacour estate had a weird kind of silence to it—one that tried too hard to sound elegant, like money itself was holding its breath. No chirping insects. No far-off hum of streetcars. Just trimmed hedges, floodlights on timers, and sensor-silent security meant to keep the unwanted out.
Which was funny, Lux thought, because technically, he was the unwanted.
He materialized just beside the east wing—shadow-blended boots landing quietly on manicured gravel, tucked behind the marble statue of a swan holding a harp which, frankly, felt like the result of a drunken bet between two interior designers and a Greek tragedy.
The fence loomed nearby—tall, sharp, warded. Not an issue. He wasn’t here to respect boundaries. Or obey them.
He glanced up.
There it was.
A security camera, small and glossy, fixed into the corner of the building. A little red light blinked rhythmically like it was waiting for an excuse to squeal. Perched directly on top of it, looking like the smug bastard he always was, sat Corvus in raven form—his feathers twitching with sarcasm.
"Took you long enough," the bird cawed dryly, blinking one beady eye at him. "I just curled up on the firewall to sleep and boom, you pull me back in to hack a collection of glorified copper snitches. Yet you are late."
Lux arched a brow, adjusting his collar against the chill. "I got distracted."
Corvus fluffed his wings, unimpressed. "Unless ’distracted’ is the name of some oil baron’s mistress, I’m logging a formal complaint with the Underworld Union."
Lux smirked. "No mistress. Just... an interesting mortal."