Adam stood frozen in the crystal throne room, torn between anger and horror as Tiamat's revelation crashed over him like a tidal wave. Lilith—the original queen of lust. Luna's mother.
He had wanted to know about Luna's origins, had pressed for answers about her mysterious past. But now, thinking back with painful clarity, he realised that Lilith's shadows would have engulfed them both in mistrust from the very beginning. More than that—he would have likely found a way to get rid of Luna before they could forge their wonderful relationship, driven by paranoia and the weight of her terrible heritage.
It was a truth he shouldn't have known, and for the first time, he felt genuinely grateful for Tiamat's protective silence.
Now the truth was out, and he still wasn't ready to face its implications.
He turned toward Tiamat, his lips tightening into a thin line as resolve hardened in his chest. "I must find her," he declared, his voice carrying all his fears for Luna's well-being.
