The Luna's Secret Heir
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Then, in a voice that was more of a promise than a reply, he said, “If the child is mine, I will protect her with my life. No one touches her.”
The forest creaked with the weight of snow. Somewhere far off, an owl called. Lyra rose from her chair and walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to see the trees. There was nothing there—only shadows—but her heart told her he was out there. Watching. Waiting.
She whispered to herself, “I cannot keep this secret much longer.”
Farther away, the scarred man leaned against a tree, his breath a white cloud in the cold. His sharp eyes glinted like steel in the moonlight. “They are still divided,” he murmured. “Good. That makes them we
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