Chapter 12: Craig David: Insomnia
Kyllian offered a small smile. "Nope. The royal fast-track is in full swing."
He stepped closer, close enough for her to feel the faint heat radiating from his body. "What’s wrong?"
Luna looked up at him through her lashes, the vulnerability there making her look soft. "It’s just... overwhelming. Everyone’s buzzing with excitement, acting like this is the event of the century, and I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a hurricane. I should be happy, but I’m not. I just feel... guilty. Like I’m a fraud for not feeling what they expect me to feel."
Kyllian tilted his head slightly. "You were never one for parties and attention. That being said, I can sneak you out to my pack for a few days if you want. You can hide out there."
She let out a genuine chuckle, but shook her head. "It’s fine, really. I’ll be fine."
Kyllian nodded, but his hand rose, his fingers gently brushing beneath her chin, tilting her face up to his. The air between them charged, the kind of heavy stillness that stretched time itself. Her breath caught in her throat.
"It’s not too late to back out, Princess," he said.
"Do you want me to?" Luna asked.
Kyllian’s smile deepened, slow and devastating, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her. "I don’t want you to," he said, pausing just long enough to make her pulse spike, "for one very selfish reason."
She raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the fact that her legs felt a little wobbly. "Which is?"