Chapter 510 – Tolerance
"There you are~" Sira said.
Her voice echoed through the grand hall like a blade wrapped in silk, sharp and elegant, the kind of tone that always made people look up whether they wanted to or not. She was leaning near the lounge archway, arms crossed under her chest, one leg kicked up behind her like she owned every inch of the mansion's marble and magic.
Lux stepped fully into the foyer, his white suit catching the chandelier light just right. His expression was calm. Polished. Measured. The kind of clean persona he wore when the contracts were inked but the knives hadn't started flying yet.
"Oh," he said, eyes scanning. "You guys are here already."
Rava, leaning against the wine bar, glanced up from her glass of chilled mana-touched water and shrugged. "You said don't be late."
