Damien turned to her slowly, blinking, uncertain. He wanted to believe her. Hell, he did believe her. "You haven't exactly made it easy," he admitted. "You've run. You've hesitated. You've pushed me away more times than I can count."
She turned to him now too, eyes glimmering in the moonlight. "Yeah. I was worried. About my people. About my parents. About choosing wrong and losing everything I've ever known. And now… they're moving on like I never even existed."
"No," Damien said softly, firmly. "They miss you. I hate to say this, but… Kyllian's actions? They're the screams of a heartbroken man. He lost you, and now he's lost his mentor, his king. That kind of pain, back to back? It can break a man."
Luna looked down, trying to hide the quiver in her lips. "What would I do if I lost you too?" she asked, lifting her eyes again to meet his. "What would be left of me if I lost you?"
