Chapter 145 – You've Tasted Him
The sound was soft. Crystal against crystal, but it hit like thunder in her chest.
Rava felt it. The slow unraveling of tension. The heat beneath her ribs that she'd tried to ignore since the first time he kissed her. That kiss had branded her. And no matter how much she told herself she was composed, untouchable, above it all—she wasn't. Not with him.
Lux finished his drink and stood up with that practiced ease of a man who had ruined nations and then strolled out of the courtroom unbothered. His coat slid over his shoulder. Black. Sleek. That damn bike key flicked into his palm.
"You're bringing the bike?" she asked casually.
He smirked. "I bring myself, sweetheart. The bike just follows."
She regretted saying yes about thirty seconds in.
Not because of the danger. No. She loved the danger.
It was the speed.
