The crowd held its collective breath in scandalized horror.
The Vampire King, seated imposingly raised one elegant brow but made no move to interfere, clearly interested in seeing where this chaos would lead.
Damien didn't so much as glance at the king. His laser focus was entirely on Luna as he strode up the aisle.
"I need a word with the princess," Damien said. He took another step forward.
And Kyllian shifted again, standing even more firmly between Luna and the approaching vampire prince. His posture screamed mine, every line of his body coiled and ready for a fight he couldn't afford to start.
Behind Kyllian, Luna fought the whirlwind of emotions roaring through her. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not today of all days. Was this the moment she had feared? The moment everything unraveled?
