Kyllian folded his arms across his broad chest, leaning casually against his car, but the faint upward curl of his lips betrayed the truth. A chuckle rumbled in his chest. She has always been a firecracker. Even in her deepest fury, even with grief and betrayal cutting into her, she burned brighter than any flame he had ever seen.
It was a dangerous beauty—one that could bring kings to their knees and destroy empires if left unchecked.
Still, Kyllian's sharp instincts kept him cautious. His eyes followed the fading glow of Luna's taillights, but his mind turned to Damien. Time and again, Damien had been doubted, and time and again he had risen, proving his cunning, his strength, his unwavering loyalty to Luna.
Kyllian exhaled slowly, the weight of his conflicted thoughts heavy in his chest. Perhaps this time, I will give him the benefit of the doubt.
