Luna's arms tightened around Aiden's neck like a vice the moment Ela spoke. She pressed her breasts harder against his chest, soft mounds squishing warmly through velvet, nipples stiff and obvious as she deliberately rubbed them against him. Her blue eyes narrowed into suspicious slits, locked on the lavender-haired Voss girl like a wolf guarding her mate.
Aiden let the moment stretch—staring at Ela for several long heartbeats, memories clicking into place. The courtyard dust incident. The graceful bow. The quiet apology that had made Elara seethe.
"You're the girl from this morning," he said finally, voice calm but carrying.
"Yeah!" Nyxion piped up immediately, fluffy black tail flicking as she pointed one clawed finger at Ela. "You're the one who saved that stupid guy from Heart Lord!"
"You mentioned he was your brother, didn't you?" Lysandra asked, tilting her elegant head.
