Reina’s POV
We didn’t speak much after the call ended.
Julian had tucked away his phone, his shoulders tense again as if the moment we just shared hadn’t happened at all. I sat there in silence, my fingers curled into my skirt, heart still beating fast. My lips were swollen from our kiss. My body still felt the trace of his touch. But something in his eyes told me the wall was going back up.
And it hurts.
He sat straight in his seat, eyes locked on the window as if he were trying to escape. His jaw clenched, like he was fighting some war inside him.
“You regret it already,” I whispered.
His eyes didn’t leave the glass. “We shouldn’t have. It was wrong.”
“But you’re my mate,” I said, my voice trembling.
“That doesn’t make it right,” he said flatly. “You’re a nun. I’m your protector
