Damien's expression softened. "Then be with me, Luna, please..." he pleaded. But even as he spoke the words, he knew they would get him nowhere.
Luna's gaze dropped to the floor, her shoulders slumping. "I feel something for Kyllian too," she admitted. "Not like the mate bond; I think the part of me that's duty-bound wants him. I... I... hurt when you both do this to me. I... I'm sorry."
With that, she slid down from the kitchen counter, her movements hurried and unsteady. She turned and ran out of the room, leaving Damien standing there, stunned. His mind raced, trying to process what had just happened.
Did his mate just admit to having feelings for another man? Or were his ears just misfiring? He realized the depth of the emotional turmoil they were both experiencing.
