Chapter 356 – Guilt Dripping
Lux was driving in his mortal car, fingers tapping against the steering wheel in rhythm with the music blasting through the speakers.
Some mortal indie-pop track with too much bass and too little shame.
He hummed along, low and easy, because why not? Lunch with Elias had been surprisingly tolerable—warm, even—and now his stomach was full, and his mind buzzing with possibilities.
"What's next…" he muttered, squinting at the road ahead. Neon billboards scrolled by, screaming about things he didn't need: shoes, cologne, some tacky theme park. He drummed his fingers faster. 'Entertainment? A casino? Or maybe…' His grin tilted. '…buy something nice for Sira.'
It was fair. Yesterday she'd bought him a coffee machine, which was both thoughtful and passive-aggressive. Pride never gave without a reason. A machine that hissed and steamed and made the entire mansion smell like luxury caffeine? Cute. But Lux wasn't about to be outdone.
