Luna's belly was now empty, visibly flat again. Her face was pale, sweat still clinging to her forehead, her whole body weak and powerless.
She never expected to give birth to Kian Sterling's dragon egg at this moment—after all, they'd already parted ways, even their mate-bond had been severed.
What the hell was this? It was a mess she simply couldn't untangle.
When she broke with Kian Sterling back then, she'd thought that once the dragon egg was born she would just toss it at him to raise. But now she found herself reluctant to let go.
This was a child she'd risked her life to bring into the world. How could she bear to part with it?
Yet to just pretend nothing ever happened, to simply reconcile with Kian Sterling like this—she couldn't get past that barrier in her heart.
Corbin Crowley's gentle motion of wiping the cold sweat from Luna's forehead suddenly froze. His silver eyes turned icy and sharp as he shot a glare at Kian Sterling.
