The Vampire's Luna

"Well, it is up to you. I only offered a solution," Morvakar said.

Damien stared blankly at the floor for a few long seconds, his fingers slowly rubbing the edge of the armrest. "This is one of the reasons I didn’t want her to know," he murmured. "She would want to find a solution, no matter how stupid it is."

Morvakar scoffed and wandered toward the window, peeking out at the night. "So I am guessing you are not going to tell her."

Damien hesitated again, a bitter smile playing at the corners of his lips. "No, I will. She wanted a solution. Well... now she has it." He shook his head slowly. "Would be nice to see her reaction, wouldn’t it?"

Morvakar turned. "You children of nowadays... love is a game to you. All fireworks, no compass. Bunch of new generation idiots."

Damien arched a brow. "Morvakar, for someone who cursed me and should technically be groveling for his life right now, you’ve insulted me more times than my entire people ever have."

The sorcerer snorted, unapologetic. "That’s because they love you. I thought you were going to turn out like your uncle Gabriel." He rubbed his chin as if reminiscing. "Would’ve felt less guilty for poisoning you if you were."

Damien’s head snapped up. "Ah! Ah! I knew it! I knew you feel guilty!"

Morvakar groaned and threw up his hands as if caught in the most annoying game of truth or dare ever invented. "Would it make your royal highness feel better if I admit to it?"

"Oh, it absolutely would." Damien leaned forward, grinning now. "Say it. Go on. Say you feel guilty. Let me savor this."

Morvakar sighed as if Damien were a particularly stubborn stain on his reputation as a recluse. "Fine! I feel guilty," he snapped. "I wanted to teach your father a lesson, but in my pain, I hurt you and Luna. For that, I feel guilty."

Damien gave a slow, satisfied nod. "That wasn’t so hard now, was it?"