A few murmured affirmations followed.
Luna's chest swelled with pride. Her mate. Her protector. Her personal storm cloud with a crown. And he'd just defended her like she was worth every drop of his royal wrath.
She hadn't even realized she was still staring at him until he turned, eyes softening as they met hers. "You want to go home?"
She blinked, startled from her Damien-induced trance. Her mind screamed, No, do that again. Yell some more. Bite someone. Drag me out of here like a scandal waiting to happen! But instead, she took a graceful breath, tilted her head, and smiled sweetly.
"Yes, please…Your Highness."
The smirk that curved on Damien's face could've melted the paint off the walls. That was the first time she'd ever called him that. The honorific dropped from her lips and gods help her, it felt right.
He offered his arm. She took it.
*****
Damien stormed into the castle.
He didn't just look angry. He looked haunted. Tonight, someone had crossed a line.
