Chapter 411 – Pride Tax
Sira bared her teeth in a smile sharp enough to draw blood. "You know me."
The stylists—already nervous from Lux's presence—looked between them like they were witnessing gods bickering.
Ariel dared a glance, still red-eyed, and immediately felt that shift again—the way Sira seemed to glow with danger, like Pride was painted into her very skin.
Lux hummed. "Please tell me you didn't kill him."
"Not yet," Sira said breezily. "But I may have… adjusted his wallet size. He was very proud of that credit card until it spontaneously dematerialized."
The corner of Lux's mouth twitched. "You robbed him?"
"Robbing is such a harsh word." Sira's eyes glittered. "Let's call it… a Pride tax."
Ariel made a small sound, something between a gasp and a nervous laugh, then clamped her lips shut.
Sira's head whipped toward her immediately, eyes narrowing like a cat spotting a mouse. "And why are you crying?"
