Chapter 194

“Hello, Luna,” he purred. His gaze slid over me, dismissing Aethel as if she were nothing more than an inconvenient wall of steel. “Finally… you’re alone.”

My pulse hammered, but Myrk growled inside me, steady and sharp. ‘You are not prey. Not to him. Never to him.’

I lifted my chin. “I’m not alone.”

His gaze flicked briefly to Aethel, then Mirella, then the circle of rogues behind him.

His smile