Chapter 682 – Do We Engage PR?
Yeah, his mansion had wards. Infernal ones. The kind of protective layering that pulsed with ancient sigils and discreet malice.
No sound from outside could breach the barrier.
No screaming mortals.
No sirens.
No news choppers.
And nothing from inside leaked out, either, not the moans, not the curses, not the occasional eldritch roar of something being accidentally summoned during a bath. It didn't matter if the mortal realm burned to the ground or if celestial armies lined up in front of his gates with holy paperwork. The world outside could erupt into chaos and Lux's estate would remain untouched, perfectly silent, perfectly sealed, just the way he designed it.
Lux closed his eyes.
The air was still warm from Sira's body, his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and his pulse had finally started calming down from one rare moment of almost-peace. Almost.
And yet.
No rest for the greedy.
