Chapter 592 – Not a Good Boy
The kind of movement that came from Pride, honed by instinct and irritation, controlled just enough to look elegant while still very clearly saying you are not allowed to keep doing that. Her hands slammed onto the table on either side of Lux's shoulders, trapping him in place, her face hovering just inches from his.
"Enough," she growled.
Lux blinked up at her.
Wide-eyed.
Mouth slightly parted.
Ropes pulling his arms back just enough to make his chest rise when he inhaled.
"Did I… do something wrong?" he asked softly.
That was it.
That was the sound.
That tone.
Sira's jaw tightened so hard it almost cracked.
Naomi, still standing near the table, let out a helpless groan and turned away, one hand pressed to her forehead. "He's doing it again. He knows exactly what he's doing."
"I don't," Lux said, lowering his gaze, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. "I'm just listening. Being good."
