Chapter 300 – Smells Like a PR Disaster
The engine growled beneath him like a beast tamed by sin.
The morning parted for him, and mortals didn't even realize what was slicing through their reality like a flaming arrow of desire and demonic steel.
He looked good.
Too good, maybe.
The Infernal motorcycle left a burning signature behind its wheels, a faint shimmer of branded flames licking the concrete. And Lux? Lux looked like temptation riding a storm.
Helmet on. Red eyes gleaming behind obsidian-tinted glass. Leather jacket flared. Wind coiling through his hair when he tilted the visor open just enough to wink at the two stunned women waiting at the crosswalk.
One nearly dropped her drink. The other whispered something to her friend like she'd just seen her fantasy come to life.
A third snapped a photo, and Lux smirked.
Yeah. New bike, upgraded swagger.
Once again, lowkey was dead.
By the time he glided through the mansion gates, he was fully in his element again.
Home.
