Evren dragged a hand down his face and stood abruptly. The room suddenly felt too small, too warm, like the walls were pressing in, inching closer every time he breathed. “So,” he said slowly, voice low and flat. “If I refuse the throne, I die. If I accept it, I’m leashed. And either way, my mate is a bargaining chip.”Neither Holden nor Leander said anything.That was answer enough.“You shouldn't have brought her,” Leander said quietly. “Embermoon isn't befitting for her.”Evren’s eyes snapped to him, something red flashing there. “Say that again.”Leander lifted both hands. “I’m not insulting her. I’m stating fact.”Holden shifted, watching Evren carefully now. “Your uncle and father already know about her heat. That means—” He trailed off.Something cold slid down Evren’s spine.“He won’t touch her,” Evren said, more command than belief.Holden’s smile faded. “He doesn’t need to. He just needs your father to see her as inconvenient.”Silence sat thick between them.Evren turned
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