ADAM
The field was still buzzing long after the final blow was withheld. I sat there, elbows resting on my knees, staring at the place where Sage and Darius just stood, not fighting.
The dust had barely settled, and yet the world felt different. It wasn't only because the fight had ended unexpectedly—it was because of her. Sage.
The priest's words echoed faintly in the back of my mind, mingling with the doctor's grim certainty.
She's your mate, Your Highness.
My mate. The thought made my jaw tighten. No—there had to be some mistake. The Moon Goddess wouldn't bind me to someone like her—wild, unpredictable, unreadable.
I'd seen her eyes, the way they glowed when she fought, the way she moved like something ancient and ageless. She wasn't human. She wasn't even just supernatural. She was… something else.
