Despite the warmth of the air, Apollyon's words earlier had sent chills running down her spine.
The Vampire King was determined to persuade her to break her promise to Hecate.
Luna brushed her fingertips on her lips, still stung by how tender it felt.
'No.; Luna shook her head. 'That was an act of power play in his side.'
The Vampire King was showing her who was in control.
She couldn't help but resist the harsh reminder, and her eyes had drifted shut, provoking the dreamy mists of their passionate kisses.
Goddess, it was embarrassing for a High Priestess to be that shameless in front of the Vampire King's attendants.
If only she could turn back time.
Luna pulled at her collar as she shuddered by the memory, slapping herself mentally for reacting to his touch like how a concubine would.
She needed to stop these daydreams and clear her head.
This wasn't her at all.