Rogue King (Elias) POV
The woman the Moon-Born had bound to me proved to be exactly what I needed—pliant, eager to please, and far too blinded by her own desires to question anything I did. There was something almost amusing about the way she clung to the bond, as though it meant more to her than it ever could to me.
By the time we were done, she was still trying to steady her breathing, her body betraying how deeply she had been affected, while I remained composed, already moving on, already thinking ahead.
She was nothing more than a means to an end.
I adjusted my sleeves as I returned to my chair, my movements unhurried, controlled, while she lingered where she was, still catching her breath, her gaze occasionally flickering toward me as though seeking approval.
It meant nothing.
