She had acted on instinct.
So as she lay on the mattress, listening to his voice booming as he asked the staff where she was, she knew her hiding had finally come to an end.
His voice carried up through the open arches. Commanding. Frustrated. Desperate. She heard him speak to his butler Maelis, and then to Erek, one of the royal guards.
"Where is she?"
Luna closed her eyes, the stars overhead now dimming behind her lashes. Her heart pounded harder. She could feel the pull in the air—the magnetic bond that connected them.
No amount of hiding could shield her from him.
She quickly turned to face away from the balcony door and pretended to be asleep.
Luna's breath slowed deliberately, though her heart thudded against the pillow beneath her cheek. Her eyes remained shut. The moonlight poured over her shoulders, silvering her skin in a way that betrayed her facade.
