I held Sam’s gaze, my jaw tightening as the familiar name left his mouth. Elder Marcus was never one to miss an opportunity to stir the pot, especially when it came to me.
"Give me ten minutes, Sam," I told the Head Gamma, my voice steady and unyielding. "Meet me out here. I'm going to handle this myself."
Sam nodded, a look of quiet respect softening his usually rigid features. "Understood, Luna. I'll wait for you."
I closed the front door of the apartment and hurried back into the bedroom. The air was still warm and dim, the only sound being Demetrius’s deep, even breathing. I walked over to the wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sturdy leather pants, a dark tunic, and my riding boots.
As I was getting changed, the rustle of the fabric must have disturbed him. Demetrius stirred against
