Isla's POV"It's too late," I said, looking down at Damien, who was still standing before me like a supplicant."For five years, you never truly loved me," I began, counting his sins one by one."You never once brought me a moonstone—the simplest token of affection between mates, and you deemed it an unnecessary formality.""My passion, my gift... you dismissed it as a pointless hobby.""You took the most sacred rite our kind has, a bond blessed by the Goddess herself, and you defiled it for a pathetic, manipulative lie."Every word was like a silver knife twisting in his heart."I... I thought none of that mattered...""Right. It didn't matter to you," I said, looking down on him. "Because you thought I was your property. You thought I would never leave.""Let me be clear, Damien," my words were sharp as a razor. "You're not mourning us. You're mourning your bruised ego. You can't stand the fact that someone you considered yours chose to walk away."He looked up at me, and the light i
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