For the first time in his life, Azer felt fear. Not because he was attacked, nor because he was dying, but because the time he dreaded the most came. He couldn't believe that his inkling was wrong.
He firmly believed that Amara was his Luna. Or did he really? Wasn't he unable to answer when Vida cornered him? His golden eyes shook before they reverted to their natural color.
"Son…"
The claws that had been trying to grow out from his fingers were dug into his own palms. His hands bled because of them, yet his body was too numb to feel any pain. With difficulty, he avoided the woman's eyes and turned to the king.
"Father…"
Razad went silent for a while before he finally sighed in exasperation. He pointed at a knight and ordered, "Take that woman out and send her upstairs. Lock her up. I won't tolerate it if I find her guilty, even if she's your mate, Azer."
