Andrew's POV
I stood where I was for a moment after the words left my mouth.
The bond was gone.
So was her title.
But that wasn't the end.
The wind moved across the border, cold and steady, carrying with it the faint traces of everything that had just happened—blood, dirt, and something sour beneath it all.
I turned slightly, my gaze settling on Amanda again. She was still on her knees, her posture no longer proud, no longer composed, but collapsed inward, as if the weight of what she had lost had finally reached her.
"You will not serve as Luna again," I said, my voice even, controlled, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "Not now. Not ever."
I slipped a cigarette from my coat, lit it with unhurried precision, and drew in slowly before exhaling. The smoke curled into the air, t
