EMBRACING THE FORSAKEN LUNA
The leader of their group, the man with the piercing eyes and too-calm demeanor, met my gaze with a steady, unreadable expression.
The woman with the silver hair, the one who had nearly killed Damon, stood beside him, her arms crossed, exuding an air of indifference that grated on my nerves.
“Neither do I,” Damon replied, his voice low and edged with bitterness. “But we need them. At least until this fight is over.”
“Need us for what?” The leader’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “We’ve held up our end of the bargain, Sera. We’re here to help, whether you like it or not.”
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