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~Belinda's POV
I leaned back on the soft couch in the lounge, the golden glow from the lamps warming my skin. Kael sat close on my right, his arm stretched along the backrest, his fingers brushing my shoulder every now and then. Rowan was across from me, one leg crossed over the other, holding a glass of wine like he owned the whole world.
I smiled, staring at them. I couldn't be bothered with Damon's presence. I knew she would come around once I became their Luna.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Rowan asked suddenly, tilting his head. His lips curved into a smirk. "Planning trouble already?"
I laughed softly. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you two act like you're not secretly competing over who can make me laugh first."
Kael gave me a mock glare. "Competing? With him? Never." He leaned closer, his deep voice teasing. "I don't need to compete. You already laugh at my jokes without me trying."
