Chapter 369 – Blood and Numbers
Lux was on the sofa, one arm draped lazily across the backrest, the other balanced with a tumbler of whiskey he hadn't touched. The air smelled of smoke and old parchment—expensive, curated, oppressive. In front of him hovered a dozen hologram screens, faintly glowing with infernal runes and financial charts that shifted like living snakes across the glass.
When Lux did nothing, this was what he did. Work. Or at least, check the reports. Crunch the numbers. Stare at charts that could predict the rise and fall of entire realms. It kept his head busy, if not his hands or his body.
Especially today.
After his father's little stunt.
That sorry speech Zavros had left for him—splattered across his windshield like an unwanted ad—still replayed in the back of his mind.
Did he look genuine? Maybe.
Did Lux believe him? No. Not in this lifetime, or the next.
So he worked.
