Maya let out a soft laugh, immediately catching the possessive little title.
“Wife, huh?”
A faint smile finally broke through Damien’s serious expression.
“Yes. My wife.”
Before Maya could respond, Harper proudly cut in.
“She helped me make a decision about how justice was delivered last night. One that completely changed the way we traditionally handle things.”
Damien’s faint smile disappeared.
“You did what?”
“She’s exaggerating,” Maya quickly said.
Harper scoffed. “Oh, please. Don’t downplay it.”
She turned toward Damien, the same pride from earlier returning to her expression.
“Traditionally, their punishment was mine to decide. But I couldn’t decide how I wanted to carry it out… until Maya made me realize something.” Harper glanced at her. “I wasn’t there.”
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