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s on the road, and I kept mine on the blur of scenery outside the
e house was silent. Damien wasn't here. A str
figured out how to face hi
sion unusually tense. "Luna," she said, her voice l
knew, instinctively, who it was. The na
ina Bl
er hair pulled back into a tight, unforgiving bun. Her face was a mask of aristocratic disdain, and her eyes, sharp and predatory, were
ch of the Blackwood
hat echoed in the silence. "You must be Ess
rations of power-but I lifted my chin. "Yes, m
my head. It was not an assessment of a person, but an appraisal of li
e dripping with condescension. Each word was a pe
igging into my palms. It was my greatest we
unbearable, the front door
living room, and his face insta
a few long strides and, in a subtle but deliberate movement
ive gesture made m
came to see my son-the one who has been so bewitched by a wolf
but to protect me. This place I saw as a cage was, in his eyes,
cision." Damien's voice was low
e marble floor. "Your decision is to bring this... dil
countered, his voice resonating with power
ddess's name, using the very foundation of their fa
ily silenced, her face
immovable forces, the air crackl
ss her lips. "Very well. Since we are family now. You will both come to th
ation. It was a roy
e tension in my posture, but he
ouldn't hide
erate nod. "Fine. We'
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