My voice trembled. “Can you… arrange my father’s healing ritual now?”
“Of course,” he murmured. “I’ll—”
The door burst open.
Myrielle’s maid ran in, breathless. “Alpha Draven! Lady Molthaven just collapsed!”
Draven’s expression snapped. He dropped my hand and sprinted for the door.
“Draven!” I cried. “My father’s healing procedure—!”
But he shoved my wound-bindingsd hand aside, disgust twisting his expression.
Pain shot through me like a blade.
All the warmth he ever showed turned to ice shards slicing through my heart. He disappeared without a backward glance.
The world went white. A silent scream burned in my throat.
Draven… since you’ve chosen betrayal so ruthlessly—then in seven days, I will vanish from your life. And you will never see me again.
The one million moon-credits from the Blackspire Matriarch arrived sooner than expected.
I clutched the stamped lunar seal so tightly my fingers trembled as I sprinted toward the healer-sanctum, desperate to pay the deposit for my father’s moon-mending ritual. His shattered leg couldn’t wait any longer.