(Lauren's POV)
As I walked out of Darius’s office, I was thinking about our conversation. I’d said what needed to be said, but it wasn’t enough.
Darius was still confused even after he drank the potion, still torn between his duty and his feelings for Emma. I could see it in his eyes—the doubt, the conflict, the way he kept holding on to someone who wasn’t right for him.
He was so caught up in her, so determined to make it work, that he couldn’t see the truth. Emma didn’t deserve him. She was weak, too scared to be the Luna he needed. And yet, here he was, holding on to the idea that she was his.
I could already feel the fire in me rising. The jealousy, the bitterness, everything that had been building up for years since I first laid eyes on Darius. When I had seen him, really seen him
