It was the truth. Just not the whole truth.
She didn't say that she'd come because she missed him so much it hurt. She didn't say that she'd walked into his castle this morning thinking she could fix everything with one smile, one confession. She didn't say how the scent of another woman still clung to his furniture, how Seliora's words were gnawing through her skull.
Damien looked at her for a long beat, like he knew there was more behind her silence. But he didn't ask. He just nodded faintly and leaned back against the desk, every movement still laced with pain.
"Luna, you cannot keep swinging me this way and that," Damien said. "Taking me back and forth. I am not a child." He exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples with trembling fingers. "So if there is nothing immediate you need from me, I need you to leave."
