E L E A N O R I keep a tight grip on Perseus throughout the night, clinging to him as if my life depends on it, knowing deep down that Ravon wouldn’t be able to get close—thanks to our mate bond, that invisible tether keeping him at bay. It’s a fragile comfort, but it’s enough to keep the worst fears at bay for now. Perseus is busy, introducing me to more officials at the event, just as a few of them suddenly scurry toward the dance floor, their excitement palpable. The room hums with energy, yet beneath it all, I feel a strange weight pressing down. A tall, red-haired man approaches us, his presence commanding. He’s a werewolf, I recognize the sharp glint in his eyes. “Congratulations, Your Highness,” he says with a grin, extending his hand for Perseus to shake before turning to me and planting a quick, courteous kiss on my hand. I give a polite nod in return, trying to keep my expression composed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Hansel,” Perseus says, turning me gently to fa
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