The last remaining elder of the Lunar Coven and Mab’s heir bowing before me stole every thought from my head. I didn’t know what had caused it. I didn’t know what I’d done. Only that part of me wished I could undo it—wished to make them all stop looking at me as if I was something they’d waited for. Where was my mate? I pushed down the thread of our bond, only a surge of pride welling in response to my terror. He was no help, no reassurance that they’d forget this moment by morning. Asshole, I thought, wishing that the bond was more than just the surge of feelings between us. Even that seemed
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