Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Before The Sun Made Liars Of Them

While two kings had their little pissing contest in the wreckage, the actual interesting conversation was happening forty feet away, where nobody royal was looking.

Lux Nash was crouched over a scorch ring in the dirt, poking a dead portal-seam. Dead things occasionally lied to you, and Lux Nash trusted nothing that had stopped moving without confirming it personally.

A Luminari man drifted up beside her, glowing the polite, low-wattage glow of a soldier who knew better than to blind a lady at work.

"That was fast," he said. "The closing. I’ve watched mages spend an hour on one rift and lose. You collapsed a dozen in a single pulse."

"Yes." Lux didn’t look up. "I’m aware. I was there."

He laughed, which meant he was either brave or too dim to read a room, and in Lux’s professional experience those were frequently the same man.

"I mean it as a compliment. Dark magic that clean is rare. Most who wield it end up wearing it." He crouched across from her, uninvited, the way friendly people do right before they become a problem. "You reversed the polarity of the anchor instead of severing it. Smart. Severing leaves a wound the fae can reopen. You closed the door and took the hinges."

"How thrilling for you to notice." Lux flicked a pebble into the dead seam and watched it fail to do anything. "Do the Luminari hand out gold stars, or is verbal stroking the ceiling of your generosity tonight?"

He grinned. God help her, he had dimples.

"I’m saying your wards are good."

"My wards are none of your business is what my wards are." Lux finally lifted her head and gave him the full once-over, the one that started at the boots and ended at the soul and found both wanting. "Here’s a fun fact about wards, sunshine. The second I tell a stranger how mine breathe, they stop being wards and start being a to-do list for the next asshole with a grudge. So no. You get the light show and zero blueprints."

"Fair." He raised both palms, still glowing, still infuriatingly pleasant. "I won’t ask how yours are built. I’ll give you something instead. Consider it a professional courtesy from one door-locker to another."

Lux narrowed her eyes. Free information was like a free drink from a stranger: you took it, but you watched his hands the whole time.

"Go on then. Dazzle me."

He leaned in, and his voice dropped into the tone of a man handing over a secret he had permission to spend.

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