Chapter 146: Luther Vandross - Dance With My Father
She stiffened immediately, her wolf instincts coiling within her. Luna spun around, already bracing herself. "He is my father. I have a right to see him, to mourn him."
Kyllian emerged slowly from the shadows, his broad shoulders tense.
"My king gave me one final task," he said. "He said to look after you, and your unborn child. What does that mean?"
Luna’s brow furrowed deeply, her gaze flickering away from Kyllian’s. The woods around them whispered. Her father had tasked Kyllian with protecting her and her unborn child. But how? How could he have known? She didn’t even know until Morvakar had told her.
"I don’t know."
"Come back home, Luna," he said. "This is where you belong. Not with vampires whose natural instinct is to prey on us."
"Kyllian," she began. "Blood City had nothing to do with what happened here. Damien would never. It was the rogue vampires. You know that."
She searched his eyes for that flicker of agreement. His silence was deafening. And it made her heart ache.
"Kyllian, please—" she stepped closer. "Why are you doing this? Why do you want to start a war?"
For a moment, it seemed he might lash out. But instead, he exhaled, long and tired.
"When your father told me I would be taking the throne," he said, "I had one goal. To bring you back to your people. To put you on the throne. That seat isn’t rightfully mine. It’s yours. It has always been yours."
"Our lives turned upside down the moment that bloodsucker stepped on our lands and claimed you as his," Kyllian continued. "You were mine. You were my mate."