(Daciana POV)
Bardolph’s scream struck the circle, and my chest tightened because the bond forced me to feel the shape of his pain.
Not all of it.
Enough.
Enough to know the moon had turned my old wound back on him.
Enough to know he finally felt what his rejection had done inside my bones.
Part of me wanted satisfaction.
Part of me wanted to cry.
The strongest part of me wanted the moon to stop using my pain as a lesson for men who learned too late.
“Enough,” I said.
The moonlight trembled.
Otsana looked at me sharply, but I stepped toward Bardolph before anyone could decide whether I was merciful or foolish.
“You do not get to suffer my pain and call it payment,” I said, looking down at him while he knelt in the dust.
Bardolph lifted his face, and his golden eyes were wet, b
