Chapter 458 – My Hell
And then she vanished.
No exit spell. No dramatic line. No "bye."
Just that soft flash of teleportation energy and a faint ripple of warmth—like a kiss that lingered on the skin too long after it was gone.
One blink, and Sira—Pride's heir, his headache, his partner in sins both financial and carnal—was gone.
Lux stood there, the shower still beating against his chest like it hadn't gotten the memo. The steam curled around his horns, the mist clung to his lashes, and he blinked again just to confirm it.
Still alone.
He tilted his head, hair slick and dripping, and muttered, "Seriously? You left just like that?"
Nothing answered but the hiss of hot water and the sigh of a house too expensive to argue.
He didn't even bother moving. Just let the spray hit his collarbones while his mind spun.
