But Luna met his eyes, unwavering. "Blood City is my city by marriage. I have to do what I can for it—for my son." Her gaze dropped to the baby, then back up, steady and resolute. "So yes, I will stay with you for a few days recovering… but I will go back to my husband. We have to be clear on that."
His wolf clawed beneath his skin, snarling against her decision, desperate to claim what was right in front of him. But Kyllian only leaned closer, trembling with all the things he couldn't say. "Clear," he whispered. But his eyes promised anything but.
Kyllian didn't want to argue. Every instinct in him screamed to fight, to demand she stay, to rage against the chains she wrapped around herself in Damien's name—but he swallowed it down. What mattered now was getting her home, safe, hidden where no one could reach her. Home. Goddess help him, he thought darkly, jaw tightening as he looked at her fragile frame, he would rain down hell on anyone who tried to take her again.
