The darkness in Kian Sterling's eyes deepened, though his face still wore a warm smile. "Luna, you jest. How could a brute like Malachi Arcanus be so fortunate?"
He reached out, intending to support Luna Sutton, but she turned away from him, her gaze so cold it chilled the soul.
He froze instantly. Had Luna already discovered something?
Impossible…
His actions were flawless, leaving no trace behind.
It was even more unlikely anyone knew the beasts of Grolnok had been secretly lured there at his command, or about the trap set in advance.
Thinking of the secret Luna carried…
His fingertips tightened imperceptibly. His gaze was as deep and murky as an abyss, a touch of panic flickering through, though he concealed it well.
Soren Phoenix noticed the odd tension between them, his peach-blossom eyes darting from one to the other. Suddenly, he stepped between them: "Little Luna, let me carry you."
As he spoke, he began to shift form.
"That won't be necessary."
