Kyllian growled low in his throat, and Damien instinctively rolled his eyes, already bracing himself for a standoff.
Morvakar ignored them both. His eyes landed on Luna, gleaming. He smiled. "Look at you, my perfect creation."
Luna arched a brow and took one dramatic step forward. "You call screwing up my life perfect?"
"Careful, Princess. Gratitude looks good on a queen," he said, teeth flashing. "I gave you a worthy mate."
Luna scoffed hard enough to nearly sprain her throat.
"Scoff louder. I didn't hear you that time," Damien drawled from behind, arms folded.
"Trouble in paradise, I see," Morvakar grinned, dragging a chair to the center of the room and plopping into it.
Damien stepped forward, business returning to his tone. "We need you to break the bond between them." He gestured between Luna and Kyllian as though introducing an awkward couple on the brink of a very public divorce.
