Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Kaiden’s Response

"Us?" Bastet began.

Her voice was calm. Too calm. The word carried the weight of a verdict, her golden eyes lifting at last, imperial and cold, as though the very notion offended some immutable law of order.

"Separate?" Luna added, straightening from her seat. The hoodie did nothing to soften the menace rolling off her now, with her stormy eyes narrowing as her fingers curled slowly against the tabletop.

"From..." Calypso growled with the animosity of a wild beast.

"Kaiden?" Aria finished.

She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to. The heat in her glare was enough to scorch the thought from existence.

Jack swallowed.

It was loud in the silence.

He wasn’t the only one. Several others shifted uncomfortably in their seats, with their Adam’s apple bobbing, shoulders tightening as the oppressive pressure from Valhalla’s Sinners settled over the room like a physical weight. The air still felt cold, brittle, as if one wrong word might shatter it entirely.

Then...

*Clap.*

Nyx brought her hands together once, sharply. The sound of her act broke through the tension like a whip. "Alright," she said coolly, eyes sweeping the room. "That’s enough of this clown show."

Every gaze snapped to her.

Vaelira’s eyes narrowed instantly. She was the leader here. The implication was not lost on her for even a heartbeat.

Nyx didn’t care.

"We’ve spent our entire day going around, scouting inhospitable terrain while being on constant high alert, killing monsters," she continued flatly. "We’re tired. We’re sore. And frankly, I want hot coffee and a cozy blanket, not this utter nonsense. Let’s stop posturing and conclude this meeting so that we may all unwind for a few hours before doing it all over again tomorrow."

A few people blinked at her. Even Luna glanced sideways, momentarily thrown. Not because she disagreed per se, but because Nyx didn’t sound angry. While Nyx wasn’t as clingy as Aria, the little sis, or the monster girls, the Storm Valkyrie didn’t know her friend who would take being told to separate from her boyfriend to team up with randoms this well.

If anything, she sounded outright bored.

That was when Nyx’s gaze sharpened.

She turned her head slowly, deliberately, and locked eyes with Vaelira.

Not Jack, who uttered the suggestion of separation.

Vaelira.

She went directly to the cause of this nonsense, not the decorative mouthpiece.

"But let me make something very clear," Nyx said, voice even and razor-edged. "Valhalla’s Sinners will not separate. Not under any conditions. Not because of a favorable strategy. Not because of a promising opportunity. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever."

The room went dead silent.

"No matter how you twist your words," Nyx continued, unblinking, "or what accusations you throw around, it doesn’t matter. We’ve heard worse. We’ve endured worse." Her lips curled. "When the world turned against us because of a death row inmate’s accusations, when everyone was more than happy to believe the worst, we stayed together."

Her eyes hardened further. "So, please, don’t think so highly of yourself that your petty little insinuations will achieve anything at all."

Nyx leaned back in her seat, and her voice dropped into a cold note not even her friends recognized.

"Know your place, Vaelira."

The effect was immediate.

Vaelira stiffened as if struck by a slap across the cheeks.

Color drained from her face. Her lips parted, then pressed together again.

"Damn," Luna breathed.

Kaiden chuckled, low and genuine. He was still angry; he could feel it simmering under his skin, but after Nyx’s words, after the way she’d shut the entire room down with that cold authority of hers, all that fury had twisted into something else entirely.

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