PRIMUS ALEXANDER’S POV
She did it anyway.
If I had my way, we would still be upstairs — her pacing, angry, boiling over at me, and me letting her.
That would have been easier than this. But here I was, walking behind her, watching the sway of her hair, the sharpness of her steps, wondering if she knew how every single one of them would read her the moment she opened her mouth.
I told her not to meet them. I told her she wasn’t ready, that I didn’t want the Elders near her until the right moment. The Order rose as we entered, the scrape of chairs loud in the quiet hall.
“Primus.” Marcus greeted with a shallow bow, “Luna.”
I nodded and took the seat at the head of the table. She didn’t sit and she didn’t acknowledge him either. And then she paused. I could feel the shift in her.
Her
