Camilla’s POV
After Malakai left for his meeting, I took a warm bath and forced myself out of the room. What I truly wanted was to curl into bed and hide until he returned. But if I was ever going to be his Luna, I had to start breaking free of my fear. I had to learn to mingle instead of hiding from people.
It still felt unreal that he was already speaking of making me Luna, after less than a week of knowing me. I had been betrothed to Arthur since fifteen, lived under his roof since sixteen, trained by Catherine to be the perfect partner, turned mate—yet they had never once thought me worthy of the title.
The moment I stepped off the last stair, Elani popped up from goddess-knows-where with a mischievous smile.
My heart skipped, already suspecting the reason for that smile.
"Morning
