NORA
He wants me to…
I tilted my head to one side, swirling the glass of wine between my fingers as if the slow whirl of red could distract me from the thoughts stirring in my mind.
“She actually married Stefan,” I said, unable to hold back the small laugh rising in my throat.
My father didn’t look up from the worn scroll he had been studying. “You’ve said that three times, Nora. I’m beginning to think you’re not as bothered as you’re pretending to be.”
“I’m not bothered, father,” I said, leaning against the tall window frame. “I’m amused. Paedyn Nova, married to the same wolf she used to mock behind his back. The same wolf who once begged me for a chance. He desperately wanted me to be his luna.”
Father raised a brow. “And you turned him down. You rejected him, remember?”
“Of cours
