Chapter 286 – Lowkey is Dead
Lux's body woke him before his mind did.
Habit. Instinct. He didn't know what time zones kept these days, but one truth followed him everywhere. Lux Vaelthorn never slept past 7 A.M. The habits had him hardwired like a predatory rooster—except instead of crowing, he demanded coffee.
He stirred, sitting up with a groan. His hair was still a mess, his chest bare and scratched from last night's "board meeting," and the room… well. It looked less like a bedroom and more like an after-battle reconstruction site.
He glanced around.
Naomi—still tucked against the ruins of a pillow, her lips parted in sleep. Her hair fanned across the sheets, cheeks pink, like she was dreaming something soft.
Rava—sprawled on her back, tentacles slack and drooping, one curled lazily around a bedpost like a flag of surrender.
