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“Me too.” I kissed her lightly before lifting her up into my arms and pushing her thighs together. “Don’t let any leak out.”

“Can’t waste it,” she agreed, letting her head rest against my shoulder as I carried her up to bed.

Perfect. She was perfect.

And allmine.

Forever, if I had my way.

TWENTY-EIGHT

luna

When I’d gone looking for Zain and found him in the throne room, I certainly hadn’t imaginedthatwas how it was going to go, but I wasn’tupsetwith the outcome.

Not in the slightest.

I giggled, thinking about how ridiculous it was when Zain froze.

What—I started to ask, but a voice interrupted us before I could.

“Son.”

Zain gently settled me down onto my feet and pushed me behind him, hiding me behind his large stature. I’d been glad for the late hour—figuring no one would see us leave or find out what we’d been up to—but this was an unforeseen development.

An unwelcome one, if Zain’s body language had anything to say about it. My gut was filled with an unsettling feeling, nausea churning.

“So this is her.” His father’s voice made an uncomfortableshiver run up my spine. “The human you went to such lengths to keep from me.” He spit out the word like it was foul-tasting.

Never mind that I was a witch with powers of my own. That he’d bonded with me, mated with me—that we were stronger together. That we both had deep feelings for each other.

“She’s mywife,”Zain snarled. “And you will treat her with respect.”

I peeked over his shoulder, catching sight of his father.

If I’d thought Zain was tall, his father was even taller, towering over me. Maybe seven feet with a pair of curling black horns coming from his forehead, but those unmistakable golden eyes. It was obvious where Zain had gotten them—and his looks.

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?”

Stay behind me,Zain ordered into my mind.I won’t let anything happen to you.

Sliding an arm up his back, I held back my unchecked anger. I knew he wouldn’t, but I also remembered what he’d told me back in the countryside house. But I was more worried about Zain’s emotional state than my own. Even if I’d lost my parents younger than I would have wished, and the ache was always there, I had always known they loved me.

Zain had never had that. He’d lost his mom when he was young. When was the last time anyone told him they loved him? Showed him any care?

I didn’t want him hurt, either.

“What are you doing here?” My husband’s voice was low. I slid my free hand into the one that he had behind his back, keeping me in place.

His father chuckled. “Just thought I’d check in on things. You haven’t given me a report in the last few days.”

“I’ve been alittlebusy.”

“Bedding your new wife? Because you think that once you haveyourheir, you can finally be rid of me?”

I scrunched up a face.Zain.I squeezed his hand to get his attention.What does he mean?

Never mind,he thought back, giving me no explanation.

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