Chapter 501 – Favoritism
Lux turned away, running a hand through his hair. "I need to know," he said. "If I can stop him. Without becoming him."
Zavros blinked. "You're not like him."
Lux looked back. "Aren't I?"
Zavros didn't answer.
Lux laughed. "I play dirty. I tempt, twist, whisper, corrupt. I love too hard. I'm possessive. I trade affection for leverage. I build kingdoms from kisses and coins. I'm craving for control. You sure I'm not like him? Afterall… We are all Greed."
Zavros's throat bobbed.
"But I don't betray the ones I love," Lux said sharply. "Not even when they leave me. I won't take the throne until it's really mine. Until you are really gone."
Zavros opened his mouth—then shut it.
Yeah. He'd left.
He'd always left.
Too busy being a husband and a lover instead of a Lord and a father. But too proud to kneel and comfort. Too indifferent to pick a side when his son went to war in the boardroom.
Lux started walking toward the edge of the arena.
