Chapter 50 – Can We Count This As a Date?
"Can we count this as a date?" he joked as they entered the mansion.
"No. You didn't bring me flowers, diamonds and a branded bag," she replied, guiding him through curved halls of marble, coral accents, and crystal light orbs.
When they reached one of the guest rooms—one lined with silk sheets and subtle enchantments to ease stress and restore mana—Rava eased him down onto the bed.
Lux let out a breath like he'd been holding it since the fight.
The room smelled like the sea and eucalyptus. The pillows were the soft kind that made your regrets melt a little.
"Stay here," Rava said gently. "I'll get something."
He nodded without opening his eyes.
Just him now.
His shirt—what remained—was half melted. His chest was bruised dark. Blood still oozed from a gash near his ribs. His legs were scratched up, and the tips of his fingers still trembled with mana backlash.
But he'd won.
