Chapter 105: Heather Headley - Me Time
Lucivar flicked a playful wink at the secretary. "Leave us, darling," he said with lazy charm.
The secretary flushed slightly and gathered up the reports without comment. On her way out, she bowed slightly in Damien’s direction. The poor prince looked like he was two seconds from combusting into ash.
"Now," Lucivar said, leaning back with exaggerated patience, "use your inside voice, son. You sound like a howling werewolf."
Damien’s eyes practically bulged. "You got her a house!" he barked, pointing a shaky hand as if the word house had committed a personal offense.
"Yes," Lucivar replied coolly, crossing his legs. "She requested her personal space. I gave it to her."
Damien whirled around. "You gave it to her," he echoed, louder now, hands flailing. "He gave it to her! Unbelievable. That’s just... wow."
Lucivar watched the meltdown unfold. "Son," he said dryly, "if I hadn’t, she would have found a way. She is, in case you’ve forgotten, Luna Sinclair."
"She is my mate!" Damien roared, turning back with the fire of heartbreak in his eyes. "She’s my mate! And you’re just handing her space and nodding like it’s all fine—it’s not fine!"
Lucivar tilted his head. "You do realize yelling ’She is my mate!’ at full volume does not get her to be with you any quicker, right?"
Damien groaned and dragged a hand through his hair, pacing. "It’s not about possession. It’s about effort. I’ve tried everything. I’ve given her time, patience, honesty."