Eira looked away, remaining silent. Evren watched her for a long moment before sighing. He wanted answers. Moon Goddess, he wanted answers. Seven years of questions had followed him into every battlefield, every council meeting, every sleepless night. But she was here now. Alive. Breathing. Close enough to touch."Fine." He rubbed a hand over his face. "Keep your secrets for one more night then. You're not going anywhere."Eira's throat tightened unexpectedly. He should have been angry. Maybe he was. The worst part was that he was trying not to be."In the meantime," he continued quietly, his hand settling against her leg, "you will stay here."Eira looked up. Something in his expression made her chest hurt. Not because he looked furious, but because he looked tired—exhausted in a way she had never seen before.Then he added, "You will be my mistress."The words hit her like a slap. Mistress. Not Luna. Not mate. Mistres
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