Chapter 870 – Sisters?
Rava chuckled, low and rolling. "So you marked her already?" Her tentacle coiled lazily under the table, as if tasting the tension in the air.
Lux nodded once. No flourish, no apology. Just a fact. "Yes."
Ely blinked, eyes flicking between Lux and Yue like she was recalculating half a dozen political equations in real time. The elf's poise never faltered, but the mental abacus behind her eyes was smoking.
Sira leaned forward, propping her chin on the back of one elegant hand. "Interesting." Her smile was sharp, but the curiosity behind it was genuine.
Her gaze sharpened further. "Does she agree with that?"
All eyes shifted to Yue.
The ancient dragoness didn't flinch. She met Sira's stare with calm, cool gravity, then turned to Lux, just for a heartbeat, before letting her gaze sweep the table.
"For now," she said, voice like polished stone, "it is… acceptable. We'll see how he performs."
