Roisin
Visaris’ eyes flicked toward me—sharp, unreadable, guarded.
His entire expression was a fortress.
“We have nothing to talk about,” he said flatly, his voice so cold it could’ve frozen the air between us.
I flinched, the words landing like a slap. His tone wasn’t just distant, it was contemptuous. Dismissive. And it hurt more than I wanted to admit.
Gods, why did it still sting like this?
I squared my shoulders, forcing back the surge of heat that clawed at my throat.
“Stop treating me like I’m some sort of disease, Visaris,” I demanded, more brittle than I meant to. “Goddess Selene made us mates for a reason.”
There. I said it. The truth neither of us ever dared touch. The bond that crackled like a live wire between us, and the fate neither of us could run from, no matter h
