Mary Ann’s POV
Modric stopped at the entrance to the Luna Wing.
The private corridor stretched behind me, quiet beneath the soft evening lamps. The guards had already stepped aside, but he remained where he was, one hand resting near the edge of his coat as though crossing the threshold required more courage than entering Nightveil had.
“I said come in,” I told him.
His eyes searched mine.
“You invited me for tea.”
“Yes.”
“Inside the Luna Wing.”
“Yes.”
He still did not move.
My wolf shifted beneath my skin, impatient with his caution even though that caution was exactly what I had demanded from him.
“Modric.”
“I need to be certain.”
The words softened something inside me.
Before, he had entered my spaces without knocking. He treated the Luna Wing as part of the Alpha residenc
