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The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 73
AMAYAThanks to Lucian, my twisted ankle healed in record time, but that doesn't mean I haven't been avoiding him.I just want to snoop around in peace without him breathing down my neck every time, and it looks like he's finally decided to give me space.The corridor breathes around me like a held lung. Stone walls, torchlight, long shadows, everything is a map of places I could disappear to, if only I dared. I tell myself I am only walking, that the steps steady the tremor in my hands, that I need the cool air because the house sometimes feels too hot, too full of eyes and teeth. The truth is uglier and simpler. I am drawn toward the council wing, toward the place where men in furs sit and speak of borders and power as if those things were separate from the small, mean things that actually break people.I don't know how to explain this new fixation of mine, but I believe that I was drawn here for a reason.I pause at the mouth of the corridor because voices reach me on the hush. Th
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 72
LUCIANThe sound reaches me first. It was a muffled cry, sharp and unexpected, breaking the quiet of the evening corridors. I stop mid-step, every instinct sharpening. Then I hear it again, softer this time, followed by the unmistakable scrape of something, or someone, hitting stone.My chest tightens.I follow the sound, my stride quickening until I turn the corner and see her.Amaya's on the floor near the stairwell, her tray overturned, cups rolling across the stone. One hand clutches the edge of the stairs, the other pressed against her ankle. Her breath comes quick and shallow, strands of hair falling loose around her face.“Of course,” I mutter, moving toward her. “Leave it to you to nearly throw yourself down a flight of stairs.”Her head jerks up, eyes narrowing when she sees me. “I don’t need the snarky commentary from you, Lucian. You can move along, I’m fine.”I kneel beside her before she can push me away. “Fine?” My gaze drops to her ankle, already beginning to swell. “Yo
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 71
DARIANThe council chamber feels suffocating tonight.Elders drone on about trade routes and border patrols, their words a dull hum that should command my full attention. But I can’t focus. My eyes betray me, sliding again and again to the edge of the room.Amaya.She moves silently, almost ghostlike, carrying a tray from one elder to the next. Her head is lowered, her face carefully neutral, but I see the small things, the tightness in her shoulders, the way her burned hand flexes when she thinks no one is looking.She doesn’t look at me. Not once.That should make it easier. Instead, it makes something inside me twist until it’s unbearable.And then I see him.Lucian.Reclined in his chair, as if this meeting were a game, like nothing mattered. His arms folded lazily, his expression relaxed. But his eyes… his eyes are locked on her. Following her every movement. Drinking her in as if he owns the right.A muscle in my jaw ticks. Rage crawls beneath my skin, hot and poisonous.He does
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 70
AMAYAI keep my distance. From Darian. From Lucian. From everything that feels like danger disguised as longing.It’s easier this way, I tell myself as I move quickly through the corridors with a tray balanced in my hands. Easier to focus on tasks, to let my body move on instinct while my mind tries to bury the memories. Memories of lips pressed against mine in the kitchen, of a touch that should never have happened. Of eyes that hold me too closely in ways I don’t understand.I can’t afford this. Not now. Not when every step I take is already lined with risk.So I avoid them both.If I sense Darian’s presence down a hall, I turn another way. If Lucian’s shadow stretches across the courtyard, I pretend I have an errand in the opposite direction. It makes me look skittish, I'm sure, but it's better than letting myself unravel. Because what I feel when either of them looks at me is a battlefield I cannot win.The servants whisper. They always do. I hear the fragments when I pass by, r
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 69
LUCIANI'm a very reasonable man.And no, I'm not just saying that to toot my own horn. It's something I've proven time and again.I can even go as far as to say that I'm rational and level-headed. It usually takes a lot to rile me up. Growing up as the younger brother to the future alpha, it was hard to escape comparison.I've had to listen to people compare me to Darian and talk about how he was truly the best person to lead the pack, not that I would have wanted that anyway. It was just annoying that they expected us to compete against one another when it was already clear as day that we didn't have the same fate.So I never gave in and learned to detach myself from the comparisons. That was partly why I was abroad for so long. I was able to discover who I was outside the protection of the Grayhide Pack, and let's just say I wasn't disappointed with what I discovered.So, no. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I'm a reasonable man... well, mostly, I guess.Until I found myself ob
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 68
AMAYAThe night pressed close around me like a living thing.The forest was silent, except for the rustle of leaves overhead and the quick, uneven beat of my own heart. I stood in a small clearing not far from the pack’s grounds, the moonlight spilling like liquid silver across the ground. My palms tingled, the faint burn of magic simmering under my skin, and I clenched my fists, trying to call it forth.Nothing happened.I hissed in frustration, shutting my eyes. I could feel it, the strange, restless energy moving inside me since the night of the burn. It shifted under my skin like wildfire, alive and urgent, but every time I reached for it, it slipped through my grasp like water.“Focus,” I whispered to myself, spreading my hands. “Just focus. You can do this.”The air stirred. For a breath, sparks fluttered across my fingertips like fireflies. My pulse jumped, heat rushing through me. But then the energy surged too fast, too hard. Pain seared my palm. I yanked my hand back with a
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