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September 4 - September 16, 2025
Say it again . . .”
“What?” “My name, Moonbeam. Say it again.”
“You shouldn’t spend such lovely words on me, Sire,”
“She’s a dream come true, but she’s not just my dream,” I say, packing the space full of truth-laden stones. “Not anymore.”
She’s so much more than a power play. So much more than the love of my existence. There’s someone out there who needs her more than any of us do, and it’s not our fucking brother,”
“It was not lent, Raeve.”
Around him . . . sometimes words just feel inadequate.
Hindsight. My least favorite way to learn.
“Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist.”
He’s fire and brimstone. I’m shattered ice. Our collision is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I’ll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down.
Raeve doesn’t hide. Not unless she’s got something to hide.
This moment is a gift we either waste or treasure, but I’m thankful for it either way. For the time I’ve spent here. I’ve finally learned what it means to live, and I’ll never forget that, Kaan.”
“You’re biased, Sire. And perhaps forgetting the fact that I almost hacked you open more than once.”
“No. I’m fucking obsessed,” he growls, wrapping his other hand around my face and jerking me forward.
Once upon a time, I listened to you. Let you push me away. Then you died. So no,” he growls, “I don’t accept your deal.
Another luscious swirl binds me into a mewling knot, his next word snarled. “Yield.” “Fuck you, asshole. I fucking yield.”
Rather than shackle me in any way, shape, or form . . . he’s blowing me back to the wind.
“Come back to me, Raeve. To us.” Then he’s gone.
