I didn’t knock. If I paused long enough to be polite, I would think, and if I thought, I would talk myself into waiting until after the next crisis, and there was always a next crisis. My father’s office door was half-open anyway. My mother’s voice was a warm hush on the other side. They both looked up when I stepped in. My father stood by the window, and my mother set her cup down and folded her hands like she was already bracing herself for a storm that might be rain or thunder.
“I said yes,” I blurted, before my mouth could betray me with safer words. “To Thorne. To Darkspire. I’m his mate. I’m going to stand as his Luna,” my father blinked once, and my mother sighed softly.
“And you are sure?” my father questioned.
“Yes,” I confirmed. Thankfully, my voice didn’t shake. He looked
