Willow stood still for a moment, her eyes lingering on the closed door Damon had just walked through. Something in her chest tightened—unexpected, unfamiliar. Not anger. Not quite. More like… understanding. Or maybe the beginning of it.
“I’m sorry about that, Willow.” Diana’s voice broke through her thoughts.
Willow turned, her brows knitting slightly. “Sorry for what?”
Diana shifted slightly against the pillows, wincing just a little before steadying herself.
“For Damon,” she said quietly. “He’s still your mate… and the king of this kingdom. And I just spoke to him like—”
“Like a true Luna?” Willow cut in gently.
Diana paused. Willow’s gaze softened, but her voice stayed firm.
“You have nothing to apologize for, Diana. Everything you said…” she let out a small breath, “…was the tru
