Chapter 488 – Devil's Dance
Lux and Sira sat in silence.
The car moved smooth and low along the coastal road, each curve cutting through a horizon smeared with dying sunlight and cold blue waves. The windshield reflected flecks of fading gold, but inside?
It was tense.
No music. No banter. No smirks.
Just air.
Dry and too still. Like the breath right before a courtroom verdict. Like the moment between hunger and bite.
Lux gripped the wheel tighter. Not out of panic—he didn't panic—but something deep in his gut twisted like a bad contract clause. Something was off. Everything about that auction, that woman, that circlet.
Sira didn't speak either.
Which meant something.
She usually filled the air with soft threats or sin-laced jokes. Or teasing fingers. Or bold declarations of how she was going to ride him into a coma when they got home.
But now?
She just held the pearls.
Ariel's pearls.
