Luna swallowed, hard. Her eyes flicked between the two men.
Her heart pounded, her wolf howled inside her, and she realized that there was no way out of this. She was standing on a cliff, and whichever way she jumped, someone would fall.
But still, Damien held her hand.
And it felt like it might be the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
Luna stared hard at Damien, her eyes narrowing. Then, slowly, as though dragging her own truth out from under the weight of everything she'd been trying to suppress, she turned to Kyllian. Her lips trembled slightly before she spoke.
"I… I cannot help the bond," she began, almost whisper-soft. Her eyes flicked briefly to Damien, then back to Kyllian. "I thought I would hate the bond. I wanted to hate it. Goddess knows I tried to fight it, I threw everything at it. But I…" Her words stalled, and then she let out a breathy, bitter laugh. "I like him."
