Chapter 366 – A ss
Lux finally gave a slow shrug. "I guess she could help us."
Then his eyes flicked back to Sira. Narrowed just slightly.
"Not to ntion," he added dryly, "you told her sothing about , didn’t you?"
Sira didn’t even blink. "Oh... she did visit you after I ntioned you. What a good girl."
Lux groaned, rubbing his face. "That’s why she showed up at my room in the hotel looking like a daydream. I thought she was just lost."
"She was," Sira said, smirking. "You know Sloth blood."
"Yeah."
Sira took another sip, entirely too proud of herself.
Ariel remained quiet for the rest of the lunch. Mostly because she had no idea what was going on. Nas and houses and cryptic comnts and owed... sothing?
She didn’t ask.
She couldn’t.
Because what could she possibly say?
She just... sat there.
Eyes lowered.
Hands in her lap.
Waiting.
Even after her plate was cleared—taken silently by a servant in white gloves—she didn’t move.
She didn’t know what to do.
Was she supposed to leave?
Was she allowed to?
Would they think she was ungrateful if she stood up first?
Her brain buzzed with questions like flies over sugar. And all she could do was sit still and try not to shake.
Lux noticed.
Of course he did.
So did Sira.
But Sira didn’t say anything else.
She stood. Smooth and graceful like she was stepping off a runway instead of a dining chair.
"I’ll be right back," she said, brushing her fingers over Lux’s shoulder as she passed.
And then she was gone.
Ariel exhaled. Only then.
Lux leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. His voice dropped just slightly.
"I’ll show you your room. Co on."
She nodded, standing slowly. Her legs felt wobbly. Her thoughts even more so.
He didn’t rush her.
Didn’t offer his hand again, either.
Which sohow made her want to take it.
She followed him through the hall, the soft padding of her borrowed slippers making barely a sound on the marble floors. The mansion was even more surreal in motion.
Her heart was beating faster now.
Not from fear.
Sothing worse.
Sothing dangerous.
Every ti Lux glanced back at her, she felt it again—like sothing in her gut curling, warming, unraveling.
She didn’t understand him.
He confused her.
And yet...
Every ti he spoke, she listened.
Every ti he walked, she followed.
And that scared her more than anything.
Lux’s footsteps echoed softly against the marbled halls, casual and unhurried, like he owned not just the house, but the air inside it too. Which... he probably did. The aura clinging to him wasn’t loud, but it was there—a magnetic pressure that tugged at sothing deep inside her. Sothing ancient. Sothing feral.
The corridor he led her through twisted toward the far east wing. It was quieter here. No more servant footsteps. No more floating music from invisible enchantnts. No more Sira with her wine and her smirking eyes.
Just... space.
And silence.
And Lux.
He stopped in front of a tall, pale wooden door carved with runes she didn’t recognize.
"This one," he said, placing a palm flat on the surface. The door unlocked with a soft click, then creaked open smoothly like it wanted to obey him.
Ariel hesitated behind him.
Lux turned slightly, gesturing inside. "Go on. You won’t burst into flas. Not unless you’re hiding a cursed soul or two."
"I’m not," she mumbled.
"Then you’re fine," he said, almost kindly.
The room was... breathtaking.
Not because it was extravagant—though it was. The bed was enormous, all soft cloud-white linens and ocean-toned silk draped from the posts like lazy sails. There were bookshelves built into the walls, low-lit crystals glowing like soft coral. A dressing area. A private bathroom. A glass wall that opened to a private balcony, looking out over the koi-lake and moonlit palm trees.
It didn’t feel like a cage.
It felt like an apology.
She stepped inside slowly, her bare feet sinking into the plush rug like she’d just walked into a dream.
"This is... for ?" she whispered.
"For now," Lux said. "You’ll be staying here for a while."
He leaned against the doorfra, arms crossed, gaze steady. "I’m going to send word to your family. The real one. Try to let them know you’re alive."
Ariel’s heart clenched. "And... what if they don’t believe you?"
Lux’s lips curled. Not softly. Not kindly.
It was a smirk that looked like it ca with blood on the teeth.
"Oh, sweetheart," he said, voice low and amused, "if they don’t believe it—"
He stepped closer. Just a fraction. Just enough for the heat to pulse between them.
"—then I’ll walk into Delmar’s estate, flip their coffers upside down, take what belongs to you and make them confess."
Ariel’s breath caught. She swallowed hard. Her pulse thudded in her ears.
There was sothing terrifying about that promise.
And sothing comforting, too.
Lux didn’t bluff. He didn’t posture.
He ant it.
She could feel it in her bones.
He would walk into hell for her.
Or worse—he’d walk into high society.
"For now," he continued, stepping back again, "just rest. Settle yourself."
She nodded. Her voice had abandoned her.
"You know where the pool is. You can take a dip whenever you want."
His voice dipped slightly—teasing, but warm. "It’ll help you sleep. Or drown, depending on how dramatic you’re feeling."
She gave him a weak glare—but it didn’t hold. Her eyes dropped almost instantly, fingers tightening at the hem of her sleeves. "I... I know I’m a ss."
Lux raised a brow. "Did I say that?"
"You didn’t have to," she mumbled, her voice low and brittle. "I cried in your car. I couldn’t even stand on my own. And I—I ate like I hadn’t seen food in weeks because I hadn’t and I—"
He held up a hand gently, cutting her off. "Ariel."
She froze.
"You were exhausted. Hungry. Terrified. That’s not being a ss. That’s being human."
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