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“Don’t go near Declan again.” For once, Linus didn’t grin. He just looked at Ronan, then at me, something calculating flickering in his eyes. “Interesting,” he murmured. “Didn’t realize he had a guard dog.” Ronan didn’t even blink. “Try me,” he said quietly. Linus smirked then, stepping back with that infuriating grin. “Fine. For now.” He walked off, but not before turning to me and mouthing, ‘You’ll pay for that.’

He stood in the center, hands clasped behind his back, listening to the distant echoes of footsteps drawing closer. When Lincoln was dragged in, the contrast between them was almost laughable. Lincoln’s fine robes were rumpled, his hair disheveled, his expression twisted with restrained fury. Two guards forced him forward, releasing him only when Xavier raised a hand. Lincoln straightened, lifting his chin defiantly. “You have no right…” “Enough,” Xavier interrupted. The single word cut cleanly through Lincoln’s protest. Xavier turned slowly to face him, studying him the way one might inspect a broken tool. “Tell me,” he said calmly, “who sent you that letter.”

Reading your comments and reviews has been truly heartwarming. As "Claiming His Luna" ended, I must bid farewell to all of you, my dearest readers, as well as the characters Cercei and Lucian in this story. Warm regards, Anna Shannel Lin ---END---