The words beneath the earth faded slowly.
AT LAST.
Blackwood Manor went quiet.
The seven armored strangers stayed outside the shattered windows.
Their leader was still bowed toward Luna.
Darius stood in front of her, shoulders tight, claws out.
Luna touched his arm.
“Stay with me,” Luna said.
He glanced back.
“They broke every window,” Darius said.
“Yeah,” Luna replied.
“They came into Blackwood territory without permission,” Darius said.
“They’re still outside,” Luna said.
“Technically,” Darius muttered.
The white-haired woman straightened.
Her bright blue eyes moved between them.
“You correct each other pretty openly,” she said.
Luna frowned.
“Is that weird?”
“Among rulers?” the woman asked.
The woman’s smile was faint.
“Very.”
Darius’s expression cooled further.
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