Chapter 625 – Emergency Mode
That was what Lux told himself as he smiled one last time at Vira, fingers still tingling from where she'd 'oh so casually' grazed his skin. She didn't even realize it, but she'd played right into it. Thinking she had him cornered, distracted, vulnerable.
Please.
Lux Vaelthorn didn't get drunk on Lust.
He lingered at the party for fifteen more minutes. Mingling. Chatting. Smiling. A drink in one hand, his jacket draped just loosely enough to keep the rumors hot. The other demons didn't approach him like prey or predator. They approached like shareholders trying to read the numbers on an unannounced quarterly report. His presence wasn't just gossip. It was currency.
He played into it, of course. Laughed when he was supposed to. Flirted lightly with two Pride lesser noble daughters who didn't know the meaning of personal space. Nodded to the Hell Court treasurer like they were still friends.
