Chapter 83

The rooftop was quiet, the faint hum of the city below barely audible.

Jason leaned against the ledge, staring into the distance, his posture tense but calm. The air shifted, a strange sensation prickling his skin.

He turned sharply, his brows furrowing. "You," he said flatly, his voice laced with irritation as Lucian appeared out of thin air, stepping into view with his usual calculated ease.

Lucian sighed, brushing imaginary lint off his suit. "Yes, me. Try to contain your excitement."

Jason straightened, his jaw tightening. "What do you want now, Lucian? Calling me here, I hope you aren't planning on having to fight some guys for a book?"

"Demon guys. Escaped right from hell. But you did well. Though this time I won't be needing you."

Jason frowned. Lucian tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. Without warning, he flicked his finger toward Jason's forehead.

"What the—" Jason started, but then he froze.