The Captive Luna
Her voice rose into a howl of command, sharp as a blade.
“Get out. Get out of my sight—NOW!”
Barry staggered where he stood, chest heaving with rage and humiliation, his mouth opening yet no words emerging.
And then—
A hand clamped down on his wrist. Strong. Unyielding. Iron-hard.
“My lady,” a calm, cool voice cut through the uproar, carrying a weight that steadied the chaos around us.
“What happened here?”
My breath caught as my gaze lifted—Colin.
He stood there in formal black, the crimson bloom pinned at his chest gleaming against the fabric. His hair was damp with sweat, proof that he had run straight from the Moon Temple after his prayers, without pause, to be here.
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