Chapter 252 – A Bad Investment
"I'll be waiting at our table," Lux muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can't believe I'm in a robe at breakfast."
"You look adorable," Sira said as she walked out, her swagger dangerous in any gender.
Lux returned to their table like a man walking back into the crime scene of his own humiliation. Glances followed him.
Because… A half incubus in a robe only? That was more that a disaster.
He plopped down, dragged his coffee toward him like it owed him rent, and muttered, "I'm billing someone for emotional damages."
And then… it began.
Sira—as her male self—stepped into the lobby where Mia and Dolly were still bickering, though the tempo had quieted. The recording girl was still at it, phone held low but lens locked.
Until the tall, charming stranger "accidentally" bumped into them.
"Oh, sorry," Sira said, voice cool, apologetic, and impossibly smooth. "Didn't see you there."
