Chapter 63 – Emotional Detachment
Lux paid the bill with a black obsidian card embossed with no logo—just an infernal glyph that shimmered briefly before vanishing. The waiter handled it with white gloves and a face that said 'I definitely saw the world tilt for a second but I'm going to pretend this is fine.'
Receipt signed.
They walked out of Marenti's together, not touching, not talking.
But the air between them?
Yeah, still humming.
The car was already waiting, doors open like obedient servants. Lux slid in first, his usual smirk absent now, replaced with something quieter. Rava followed, settling into her seat, bouquet in her lap, one hand touching the shell earrings absentmindedly.
The car started.
And silence followed.
Not the awkward kind.
Not quite.
But not… comfortable either.
Lux didn't flirt.
Didn't throw glances.
Didn't tease or pull out another gold coin joke.
