"I learnt something in all these months about fated mates—more than I ever thought possible. Take for example Kyllian. He was your fated mate, bound to you by the goddess herself. That bond was severed, yet look at him. The man still orbits you like a lost moon. You are his star, the only constellation he bothers to trace at night. The bond broke, but his love didn't. If that doesn't teach us something, I don't know what will."
"Yes, but—Damien marked Isolde. He didn't just touch her hand or kiss her cheek in a moment of weakness, Morvakar. He marked her. They had sex, Morvakar." Her throat tightened, her chest heavy with the truth she hated to admit aloud. "How do I fight that?"
"With all you have." Morvakar's answer came simply.
Luna's lips pressed into a thin line. "And how do I do that without being a bitch?"
Morvakar raised a brow. "You don't have to be a bitch, Luna. You are already terrifying."
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