CAELAN'S POV

The little Luna's face had gone pale when I mentioned sharing a bedroom, and I couldn't help the dark amusement that curled through me.

My wolf stirred with that same strange interest it had shown when I'd first found her bleeding at the border. That inexplicable pull that I refused to acknowledge, refused to interrogate.

It meant nothing. She was Moore's daughter. My enemy. A tool to achieve my goals.

Nothing more.

"Let's be clear about what sharing a bedroom means," she said ...