A sharp cramp doubled Luna over, eliciting a cry of pain.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
With each breath, the pain gradually receded. Straightening herself, Luna felt her heartbeat echo loudly in her ears.
"Holy goddess, thank you for sparing me." She attempted a grateful smile at the young vampire, but her expression quickly morphed into a frown. "Hold on. You mentioned poison and being the property of the kingdom's castle?"
"You're not striking enough to be a High Consort, yet you're too resilient to be merely human. It'd be regrettable if Vali relegated you to the status of a blood slave."
The ache in Luna's head seemed to amplify with every word he uttered.
Too plain for a High Consort?
Had he just audaciously insulted her looks?
"What are you insinuating?" Luna's confusion was evident as she eyed him, who theatrically held his head, feigning boredom.
