YOU BELONG TO ME,MY LOST LUNA
He was weighing options, considering consequences, and planning every next step with meticulous care.
“You are the guardian,” he said quietly, almost a statement. “And yet… even guardians falter. Even hearts break. The question is… will yours endure when I push to the limit?”
I straightened, stepping forward slightly, unwavering. “Try as you might, Ronan, you will never break me. You will never take her from me. You will never bend my will.”
For a moment, the courtyard seemed suspended, time slowed, every heartbeat echoing like a drum. Then, without warning, Ronan lunged…not at me, but at Kale, testing the boundaries once again, forcing reaction, testing control.
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