The estate's gardens were empty, the winter air sharp and clean.Luna walked until she reached the fountain at the garden's center, her breath misting in the cold.Three years.Three years since she'd defied her brothers and chosen Damon Treuman.Three years since they'd tried to reason with her, explaining that Damon's interest in her was too calculated.That she was making the biggest mistake of her life.But she'd been so sure.So certain that what she and Damon had was real. That her brothers were just being overprotective.She'd been twenty-two and in love.Or what she'd thought was love.Damon had been charming, attentive, everything she'd dreamed of. He'd courted her properly, brought her flowers, whispered promises of the life they'd build together.And when her brothers had refused to give their blessing, when they'd tried to forbid the mating, she'd made the worst decision of her life.She'd cut ties with them.She'd stood tall and told them they had no right to control her
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