"I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life," Damien said. His thumb traced circles over Luna's hand. His eyes were dark and steady. "My wife, my son, and however many children we have in the future—they belong with me. Not in hiding. Not as secrets. Not as sacrifices to the cowardice of councilmen."
Luna's lips curved slowly though tears glistened in her eyes from the sheer force of his words. She bit her lip and tilted her head, a teasing spark flaring through her grief. "When you talk like that, you get me all hot and bothered." Her body leaned against his, and the faintest smirk tugged at her mouth—an invitation and a challenge both.
