Chapter 399 – Wardrobe Casualties
Lux shook his head, chuckling despite himself. "She's going to kill me. Slowly. Joyfully. And I'm just gonna… let her."
His reflection in the mirror grinned back, wicked and tired and still glowing faintly with infernal heat.
He muttered one last time, voice low, resigned, and amused all at once.
"Damn it. I like this dragon too much."
He glanced down at the floor and spotted his pants in a crumpled heap. He bent to grab them, groaning as his spine cracked, then pulled them on with a slow, deliberate movement that made him wince.
The shirt was another story.
He lifted the black silk mess from the carpet, held it up to the light, and cringed. Long claw marks sliced right down the back, neat in their savagery, his wings having poked through the shredded fabric like it was paper.
"Uh." Lux blinked at it, deadpan. "Okay. That's gone. Definitely gone."
