Chapter 91 – This Machine Bites
Eventually, they were both ready.
Rava stepped out in full business armor—sleek navy-blue dress hugging her body in all the right ways. Her yesterday's clothes. High heels that clicked with purpose, and that unreadable professional expression she wore like a crown. Her hair was perfectly styled now, makeup just enough to kill if you underestimated her.
Lux? He'd gone with demon-casual elegance. Black slacks, charcoal blazer with rolled sleeves, loose tie, and a devilish glint in his eye that no mortal tailor could iron out. The only warning label he wore was himself.
They took the elevator down together. Rava checked her phone. Lux checked her.
By the time they reached the underground garage, the motorcycle was exactly where he left it—tucked in a corner like a sleeping beast, its chrome-gold trim catching the low flicker of overhead lights.
Lux walked ahead and held out his hand.
The engine flared to life with a smooth hum.
