Chapter 402 – Debts Paid in Blood and Dividends
Maybe it was the caffeine. Maybe it was Mira's claws still tingling across his chest. Or maybe it was because it had been too long since he sent auditors and wraiths to tear into idiot warlords. He could practically imagine their faces when the shadows crawled into their fortresses, ledger in one hand, blade in the other.
Panic. Always panic when Lux reminded them that greed had teeth.
[You appear… cheerful. Would you like accompanying music?]
Lux grinned, licking juice from his knuckle. "Good idea. Something sexy. You know the one."
[Understood.]
A melody slid into the air, smooth and sin-soaked, carried by unseen strings. Dark jazz laced with infernal undertones. It was his favorite—something he'd once called "strip club music for gods."
