Damon's POV –
My vengeful little Luna managed to avoid me the entire fucking day.
It was impressive, really. Annoying as hell, but impressive.
Every time I turned a corner—she turned the opposite one. I'd be in the war room, barking orders about council redistribution, and she'd show up for five seconds, take one look at me, and vanish like smoke. Once, I caught her eyes locking on mine across the training grounds. Her jaw clenched. Then she spun on her heel and stormed off like I was the plague.
I'd planned an empire today.
Redesigned the whole framework for supernatural governance. Built a fucking hierarchy from ash and blood and command.
And yet?
She was the only part of my world I couldn't seem to conquer.
I finally returned to our shared bedroom. Exhausted. Drained. Frustrated.
And she wasn't there.
