Lyra’s lips curved in satisfaction.
Her earlier fears, that Sloane’s quiet companionship might have tugged at Damon’s heart, vanished like smoke.
So that was it.
His so called marriage was nothing more than a transaction, a debt of gratitude repaid for curing his eyes.
Perfect.
If Sloane truly believed she could climb her way into the upper echelons of the Blackthorn society through Damon, she was sorely mistaken. A woman with no family name, no fortune, and no influence, even if she wore the title of Luna Blackthorn, would always be an outsider.
Lyra tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, feigning concern. “Damon, I’m still worried you and Sloane might have a big fight. Caleb’s already grown… he can’t go on without his mother’s care.”
Damon’s jaw tightened, his mol
