"When you are needed to do your duty…when it is time, I will come for you."
"What duty is that?" Isolde dared to ask.
Luna turned around slowly, her hair catching the light, her eyes narrowing into slits that could slice through iron. The silence that followed was thunderous.
There was no answer from Luna. But her blistering gaze said it all: You know what the duty is. Don't make me say it out loud.
Isolde instinctively bowed her head, eyes squeezing shut as if that alone could erase the moment. She wanted to vanish, sink into the floor, evaporate into shame.
Luna asked herself what she was supposed to say in response to the question. Your duty is to let my husband mark you so he can survive. My duty is to accept you—another woman—as his bonded mate.
Luna strode out. The air she left behind was cold enough to frost bone.
Out in the living room, Talon watched her with quiet eyes.
"Did you emphasise to Lady Sharona to get out of the city?" Luna asked.
