ARABELLA POV Nine times, I had reached into the Moonbond box. Nine times, I had drawn a blank token.In three days, I would draw again—and if the Moon rejected me a tenth time, I would remain unmated forever. Perhaps, that's why tonight, I was riding Adrian in my bedroom-my hips rolling in a rhythm I’d perfected over nine years of practice-just as he liked it. Adrian’s hands gripped my waist-firm, possessive, but mechanical. Like a dancer who knew the steps by heart but had forgotten the music.I arched my back, letting my head fall forward so my hair cascaded around us like a curtain. His breath hitched, and I clung to that sound like a lifeline. There. He’s still here. He’s still with me.But his eyes-those storm-gray eyes I’d loved since I was eighteen years old-were fixed somewhere over my shoulder. At the ceiling. At the window. Anywhere but me."Adrian,” I breathed, slowing my pace. “Adrian, look at me.”He did. For a moment, the mask slipped, and I saw something flicker there
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