"Who said anything about you being a doll, Luna?" Draven's lips twitched from where he stood before making his way to stand close to Luna. The amusement was evident in his eyes as they trained on her, sharp and assessing, like a hawk watching something that might bolt.
Luna's spine stiffened when her gaze fell on the Lycan King, who was making his way to where she and the twins stood. The hallway seemed to narrow around him, the air growing heavier with every step. He wasn't dressed in his royal robe today. A dark tunic, silver embroidery at the cuffs, hair pulled back long enough to frame his face. He looked younger like this, less like a crown carved from stone and more like a man who could bleed. Luna's face turned to a deeper shade of red when she realized that she had been staring at the king too long, and she saw his lips pull up into a smile, as if he had noticed it and found the heat in her cheeks amusing.
