She was counting on the power of the mate bond, hoping that Damien would be weak enough to bend under its will.
A knot tightened in her stomach. She hated this. But her only hope to save him right now was Isolde.
Her heart ached at the thought that her husband was with another woman at her own insistence, in their own home. The ache was grief. Grief for a man she loved more than reason. She had ordered it. She had sealed it. She would live with the consequences.
But she couldn't afford losing him to death.
She was going to sleep in her old bedroom and maybe cry herself to sleep, then wake up to face the world once more. To fight.
"Do you want me to come in with you?" Thessa asked as she parked in front of the house.
"No. I'm sure Talon is inside. I'll be fine. Get some rest. Tomorrow we continue our fight."
Luna exited the vehicle and waved Thessa goodnight.
The guards at the entrance bowed as she entered and walked into the house.
