The food hall had gone from lively chatter to absolute silence in a matter of seconds.
Diana stood in front of Talon, chin lifted, eyes blazing—not just with her own temper, but with Artemis pacing beneath her skin.
“And you, mate,” Diana said, her voice low but sharp enough to cut, “do not let anyone touch you like that again. You brought me here. You called me your mate. And then I see some she-wolf clinging to you like she has a right?”
The faint shimmer of silver flickered in her irises.
Talon could hear Artemis in her tone. Protective. Possessive. Unapologetic.
“Forgive me, my mate,” Talon replied smoothly. “I tried to move away from her, but she was holding on rather tightly.”
His lips twitched, clearly fighting a smile.
Diana narrowed her eyes. “Next time, if words won’t work
