Luna's lip curled. "You are an expert at avoiding pregnancy with me," she spat, her hand gesturing sharply to her own womb, "but when it comes to another woman, you are suddenly naïve? Really, Damien?"
Damien's jaw clenched. His eyes flickered with desperation, shame, and raw honesty. "It's not the same! It's—It's hard enough that I have to fight the bond! You think I don't bleed inside every time I resist it? In that moment, in that tiny sliver of weakness, I didn't think there would be complications. I gave in, Luna. I gave in to the bond!" His hand tore through his hair. "I'm sorry that I'm just a man, Luna!" He roared, his vulnerability laid bare.
Luna's nostrils flared, "She said she would get you back. She was hoping this would happen. Don't you see? She planned it, Damien! What… what if it's the same that happened with Seliora? What if she is faking?" Her stomach twisted with dread at the thought.
