Chapter 590 – Unhand My Face
"I was focused."
"You were about to explode a server node in that condition."
He tried to stand.
The chair didn't budge.
Because Sira had tied the damn legs to the floor.
"Why are you so strong?" he hissed.
"I'm Pride. We do everything well."
Another ribbon whipped around his torso, locking his back to the chair.
Lux inhaled like he was about to curse every sin family by rank, but his mouth opened, only to find a piece of enchanted rope slipping into his mouth like a fake pacifier.
"MMMPH—"
Sira tugged it back out, laughing. "Kidding. But behave, or the next one's enchanted to taste like spicy soap."
He glared at her. "I have met actual archdemons with less control issues than you."
"And yet here you are. Sitting. Behaving."
"I am tied down!"
"And?" Sira smiled sweetly, brushing her fingers across his collarbone like she was straightening a tie on a hostage. "You've been running on pure incubus fumes for a half day. Time to reboot."
