The next few days were a dangerous game… one we played in the shadows, in stolen moments, and behind closed doors.
By day, Rigz and I kept our distance. He was the ever-loyal warrior, standing silently at Stefano’s side, his expression stiff. I was the Luna, carrying out my duties, pretending that nothing had changed. But the truth burned beneath my skin, thrummed in my veins, and set my soul on fire.
Because by night… he was mine. And I was his.
It started with fleeting touches, his fingers barely grazing my hand when he passed by, the brush of his knuckles against my waist when no one was looking. They were small, insignificant to anyone else, but they set me ablaze.
Then came the stolen kisses.
The first was reckless. A risk we both shouldn’t have taken.
I had been walking back to
