Chapter 852 – That’s a Gamble
"I guess I will trust you. For now," she said.
The words left her mouth steady. Controlled. asured.
But inside, nothing about her felt steady.
Her dragon power receded first. Not all at once. Not dramatically. It simply stopped coiling like it was about to detonate and instead hovered beneath her skin, quiet and restrained. Dangerous still. Always dangerous. But no longer pointed at his heart.
She released her grip from his back.
Slowly.
Carefully.
As if pulling her hands away from sothing volatile.
Lux didn’t.
That was the first thing she noticed.
He didn’t let go.
His arms remained around her, loose but deliberate, his body still warm against hers, skin to fabric, breath brushing against her cheek.
She looked up at him.
"What?" she asked.
It was supposed to sound sharp.
Commanding.
But there was sothing beneath it, sothing she didn’t want to na.
He tilted his head slightly, that faint, infuriating smirk still playing on his lips.
"You know I’m Greed," he said softly.
A beat.
"And Lust."
His fingers pressed lightly at her lower back, not possessive, but intentional.
"And yet you still ca to ."
His gaze dropped briefly, then returned to her eyes.
"While I’m naked."
Heat crept up her spine before she could stop it.
Not embarrassnt.
She did not embarrass easily.
She was an ancient dragon.
She had seen war. Blood. Betrayal. Devotion. Worship.
Naked bodies did not unsettle her.
Her fingers twitched slightly at her side.
Because this wasn’t about modesty.
It was about proximity.
About the fact that he wasn’t ashad.
Wasn’t flustered.
Wasn’t intimidated.
She frowned faintly.
"Do not flatter yourself," she said, lifting her chin slightly. "I ca because I needed answers."
His smile widened.
"But you stayed," he replied.
Her jaw tightened.
That was true.
She had slled Kaelmor’s mana on him.
That alone should have been enough to keep distance.
To withdraw.
Instead, she had stepped closer.
Pinned him.
Pressed against him.
Testing him with her own body.
Why?
Her mind supplied reasons instantly.
To assess threat level.
To asure reaction.
Yes.
That was it.
But her heartbeat had not been purely strategic.
She was aware of that now.
Painfully aware.
Lux shifted slightly, just enough that the warmth of his chest brushed more fully against her. His body was relaxed. Not tense. Not bracing for impact.
He trusted her.
Or he was pretending to.
"You sll like him," she said again, quieter this ti. Not accusation. Just observation.
"And you still didn’t strike ," he replied.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Do not mistake restraint for weakness."
His fingers tightened faintly at her waist.
"I wouldn’t dare."
His tone was light.
But his gaze, steady.
Focused.
Too focused.
She tried to pull back slightly then, to reclaim space, to regain physical advantage.
He didn’t stop her.
But he didn’t retreat either.
The counter remained at his back. Her body remained close.
Neither yielding.
Neither escalating.
The tension coiled between them like sothing alive.
She inhaled again, but this ti not to scent mana. Not to verify truth.
She inhaled because she needed to steady herself.
He slled like heat.
Like skin.
Like sothing frustratingly human.
It unsettled her more than Kaelmor’s residue ever had.
"You are reckless," she said quietly.
He smiled.
"I prefer efficient."
She almost scoffed.
"That’s not efficient," Yue said, her voice low, steady, but carrying a sharper edge now. "That’s a gamble."
The word lingered between them.
Gamble.
Reckless.
Unpredictable.
Everything he claid not to be.
Her hand moved before the thought fully settled, fingers sliding from his chest, up, deliberate, until they wrapped around his throat.
Not tight.
Not yet.
But there.
Claiming.
Testing.
Her grip was warm. Firm. Anchored with quiet strength that didn’t need to prove itself.
"I could kill you," she said.
No dramatics.
No raised voice.
Just fact.
Her thumb pressed slightly against the side of his neck, where pulse t skin, where life could be asured in a single heartbeat.
"Don’t underestimate ," she added, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. "Just because I was trapped."
There it was.
Not anger.
Not quite.
But sothing close.
Sothing old.
"I am older than you," she continued, voice dipping softer, but more dangerous. "Far older."
The air shifted.
Subtle.
Heavy.
Like sothing ancient brushing past the surface.
Lux didn’t move.
Didn’t tense.
Didn’t even blink.
He tilted his head slightly instead.
Curious.
Amused.
"Really?" he murmured.
And that irritated her more than if he had laughed.
His hand lifted slowly.
No sudden movent.
No threat.
He reached up.
And placed it over hers.
Warm.
Steady.
His fingers closing lightly over her grip at his throat.
Not pushing her away.
Not stopping her.
Just... there.
Layered over her.
As if acknowledging the position.
Accepting it.
"If you want to kill ," Lux said quietly, his voice dropping just enough to brush against the tension she had created,
"...then do it."
Silence.
Yue’s heart beat faster. The warmth from his palm seeped into the back of her hand. She felt the steady, confident pulse in his throat beneath her thumb. It wasn’t the frantic flutter of fear. It was the calm, rhythmic beat of absolute certainty.
Her fingers loosened by a fraction, a betrayal of her resolve she couldn’t quite control. His skin was warm. Alive. And the space between them, charged with potential violence, was now humming with sothing else entirely.
"You think I won’t," she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips. It was half question, half accusation.
His smile returned, slow, knowing. It wasn’t mocking. It was... appreciative. As if she had just proven a point he already knew.
"I think you’re curious," Lux countered, his own thumb stroking gently over the back of her knuckles. The touch was casual, yet it sent a jolt straight through her arm. "You ca here for answers, but you stayed for sothing else. You’re not sure what it is yet."
She should have squeezed. Should have ended this. Ended him.
Instead, her gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips.
The shift was minute. Imperceptible to anyone but him.
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