Chapter 963 – Not Ownership
Sira glanced toward Lux's hallway. "Should we tell him now?"
Naomi shook her head. "Let him work with what he has."
Rava smiled softly. "And we bring him something useful."
Gula lifted her plate. "Like dessert."
Everyone looked at her.
She smiled innocently.
"And ancient secrets."
Sira laughed.
The room finally breathed again.
Not because the danger had lessened.
It hadn't.
If anything, it had grown.
But now Lux was not the only one hunting through history.
The women of his house… his lovers, allies, guests, disasters, and future political headache, had started opening their own old doors.
Somewhere in his room, Lux searched for loopholes.
And in the living room, the past began to answer from more than one bloodline.
Hours passed.
The mansion slowly sank into late night.
