Chapter 142 – Stay Cursed
Lux froze.
Then tilted his head.
'Of course.'
Because this night couldn't just be fraud and flirting—it needed fur.
He moved smoothly to the restroom door and cracked it open just enough to hear the approaching footsteps. Soft, heavy, and timed. Coordinated.
He caught the scent instantly.
It wasn't cologne.
It wasn't even the too-sweet perfume of ambition or borrowed power.
No—this was sweat. Wet fur. Low-level glamor spells trying to mask musk and dirt and just enough silver to set off his sin-sense like a cheap fire alarm.
Lux's nose wrinkled.
'Wait... that's not how money smells.'
He closed the door without a sound, his hand lingering on the handle for half a second longer than necessary. Then he turned, exhaled slowly, and leaned his weight into the silence.
