Chapter 94 – Daughter of Pride
Lux smirked slowly, his gaze shifting toward the voice before it even finished its sentence.
"I also didn't expect the daughter of the Pride Lord to come all the way here just to critique my caffeine habits…" He tilted his head. "Sira."
There was no portal. No flash.
Just a quiet crack, like a fracture in space opening with a gentle yawn. A rift bloomed in the far corner of the café—dark, slow-spinning, like the folds of shadow themselves had grown bored and decided to part.
From it, stepped Sira.
The rift vanished behind her without a sound.
And now she was here.
A stunning figure cloaked in midnight silk that shimmered like oil and starlight. Her long obsidian hair swept over one shoulder, framing a face sculpted for worship and war in equal measure. Red eyes, long lashes, high cheekbones, and lips that always looked moments away from saying something dangerous.
