Chapter 365 – Do I Look Like a Therapist?
Sira felt it first. The urge to lean forward and push Ariel. To test what broke her. To turn the pathetic into something predatory.
Lux felt it next. The instinct to mold her like a ledger. To flip the fragile lines of her soul and rewrite them into fire.
It was old. Ancestral.
That was how it had always been.
Until Lux made a deal with the celestial realm.
Until he decided that maybe—not everything fragile needed to be sharpened.
But still. It was hard.
Hard to look at Ariel and not want to change her.
Lux cleared his throat, refocusing. "Uh. Quick explanation—"
He pushed his chair back just slightly, giving Ariel room to breathe.
"Sira, here is my woman."
Sira raised her glass slightly, smirking. "Hello, darling."
Lux continued, deadpan. "There are others. Also mine."
Ariel blinked. "Others…?"
"Two others. Naomi and Rava. Another one will probably join us tonight."
Ariel's fork froze midair. "Oh."
