Luna's scalp tingled at Kian Sterling's question, cursing this sly old fox for stirring up trouble.
She was just about to explain when Corbin Crowley's face had already darkened like the bottom of a pot, a flash of coldness in his silver eyes.
Obviously, Kian's words had pissed him off.
"Kian, don't push your luck."
Corbin's voice was deep, laced with warning.
Kian's fox eyes narrowed slightly, his smile both dangerous and tender: "Corbin, if you really care about Luna, just take it easy when your turn comes."
Corbin's face instantly froze, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.
It takes ages for his turn, and once it's here, he nearly handles her to death in bed—how's he supposed to be gentle?
Rhys Blackwood shot Luna a deep glance before disappearing right after.
Zeke Veridian followed behind.
As he left, he couldn't help glancing back at Luna, his expression utterly complicated.
