Luna’s POV
I take only two steps before his voice stops me cold.
“Wait.”
The single word echoes in the vast silence of the library, sharp and commanding like the crack of a whip. I pause, my spine straightening, fingers curling tighter around the hem of my coat.
I don’t turn around. Not yet.
“What for?” I ask, my voice low, tired. “You already think I’m lying. You already believe I came here to play games. So why delay the inevitable? I delivered what I came to say. That’s all.”
There’s a pause. I can hear his boots shift against the polished wooden floor, his presence inching closer with each second.
"You say my mate is your sister."
A statement, not a question.
I finally turn to face him, my eyes steady as they meet his.
“Yes,” I answer.
He crosses his arms again, leaning bac
