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¬Millicent

Days have passed, and I'm starting to feel more comfortable.

Sinful has been suspiciously respectful, or at least that's what Kyser thinks. He has been cautious ever since arriving in Sinful's home, which I can't blame him for. He's in the presence of a very powerful man with no powers at all, and no mate bond to protect him. Even if I don't know Sinful's motive yet, if he even has one, I know it's unlikely he will hurt me, considering I'm his mate.

We sit eating breakfast, Kyser absent like he always seems to be. If he didn't come knocking on my bedroom door every night before I sleep, I would be convinced he ran away. Sinful doesn't seem to be too bothered, though.

"So what's the plan now?" I ask him, chewing on the end of a strawberry. Sinful sits opposite me across the table, watching me eat but never touching anything but his tea.

I've been keeping an eye on his habits.

He has a rather simple lifestyle for someone who has the amount of power that he does. On the Moon, I always assumed he was out terrorising people constantly, using his powers and causing havoc around the immortal realm. But instead, he stays here, reads a lot, and doesn't do much of anything else...It's something I shouldn't be concerned about, but I find that...I am.

"Anything you like. I have people trying to find a permanent remedy for your...situation," he tells me. And by situation, I'm sure he means the fact that Lucy is my place-holder right now, but that won't last forever. The Moon will see through the magic soon enough, and I will be dragged back to be killed.

"So we just wait? Be normal?" I ask. Sinful hasn't yet offered to take me anywhere outside of his estate to explore, so I haven't felt very normal.

Being normal isn't something I'm familiar with.

"We can do whatever you please. Within reason," Sinful tells me warmly, a glint in his eyes suggesting he is just as pleased about me being free as I am. He admitted to me earlier that now that I've arrived, he has no interest in leaving and doing anything else. It makes me slightly nervous, like he is trying to keep an eye on me, or control me now that I don't have any power.

But that could just be me over thinking...Sinful hasn't proven himself to be the Sin I know he is since I've been in his presence.

"Within reason," I say slowly, testing those words on my tongue. "Does that mean not leaving this place? I'm not going to lie, I would really like to go out and see the land I've ruled over for a great time, to see what I've missed out on and be truly free."

Sinful looks doubtful. "I know, and I understand that. But without your powers, you're immune to the curiosities of other immortals. As much as I would like to protect you against everything, I can't help against all these immortals. Right now, I imagine it would be much safer for you to remain within my boundaries, where no one would be foolish enough to find themselves without my permission."

Sitting back in my chair, I set down the fruit I was about to eat. Despite expecting him to say this, I feel disappointment consuming me. I've spent so long with the Moon being his prisoner. I didn't come here to be Sinful's.

Before I can respond, Sinful suddenly sits up straight, blinking in surprise.

"Someone's here."

"I'll get it," I tell him firmly, getting to my feet. He eyes me suspiciously, but doesn't move to disagree, no doubt it's because after this conversation, he's giving me some slack. Walking through his maze of a home toward his front door, I wonder for a moment who might be behind the front door. Sinful wouldn't have let me answer if he sensed it was a powerful immortal. It might just be something simple like a delivery, but it's an ounce of freedom I wouldn't otherwise get.

Opening the door, I'm briefly shocked to see a young, beautiful woman who is clearly heavily pregnant. She wears a lilac dress, framing her body and very large belly. I want to say something, but all the air has left my lungs, leaving me struggling to find my voice.

"Hello. Do you work here?" She asks.

I'm taken aback. I should expect her to think this, since I doubt Sinful ever has many guests, and from looking at me, I doubt she assumes I am the Moon Goddess. But do I really look like staff? Being off the Moon has given me back so much life, but I suppose I don't dress as wonderfully as she does when I'm relaxing all day. What does it matter anyway?

"No, sorry. I'm a guest, I was just getting the door. Is everything okay?" I ask her, trying to remove my gaze from her stomach, instead to a pair of hazel eyes, which take me in tiredly. She really doesn't know who I am, which fills me both a feeling of dissatisfaction but also excitement.

If she doesn't know who I am, maybe there is a hope for a normal future here.

"Is Sinful here? Would you be able to pass on a message?" she asks. Glancing over my shoulder, I wonder if Sinful will want to hear this. I'm not sure who this girl is, but I'm assuming she can't be nothing more than an admirer, or someone coming to inquire into her leader's life. Sinful has told me in passing about people's obsessive nature when it comes to power and magic.

I can only imagine, but I paint a smile across my face regardless. "Of course, I'll pass it on to him."

Suddenly, her expression shifts, and she appears uncomfortable. I watch warily as she clutches her stomach, almost like she is protecting it from what she is about to say.

"As you can tell, I'm pregnant. And I think it belongs to Sinful," she tells me.

Almost immediately, everything around me seems to fall apart. I never knew I felt this strongly about Sinful, but he's my mate, and to think that he may have a child with someone else makes me want to be sick. In fact, my vision starts to spin, and for a moment, I'm convinced I'm going to be sick. Instead, I steady myself on the doorframe, trying to not appear physically bothered by what she is saying to me.

"You're sure?" Is all I can utter. She doesn't seem to be showing any sign she is lying, but I want to make sure. What will I do if this is Sinful's baby? Will I have to just accept that?

For whatever reason, I don't wait for her reply. Instead, I let the door close, and walk slowly back to the dining room, where Sinful still sits, sipping his tea casually, not a single ounce of bother about him. As if he doesn't know what he has done.

"Did you get a girl pregnant?" I question hoarsely.

Sinful doesn't even flinch. Slowly, he raises his gaze up from where he had been starting over the rim of his cup, lavender eyes bearing down upon me. Somehow, with one gaze, he immediately makes me rethink each word that just came out of my mouth. Maybe it's his powers, making him persuasive, but suddenly I'm questioning whether the girl at the door even was pregnant in the first place.

"What would give you that idea, my love?" he asks casually, setting his cup down to get to his feet. My throat goes dry, but I remain adamant.

"A girl came by, heavily pregnant. She claimed she is pregnant with your child, but she appeared anxious at the idea of speaking to you," I tell him. He loosens a breath, coming to stand in front of me. He doesn't appear angry, or threatened. He does look slightly amused, though.

A smile quirks at his lips. "Shall we go meet her then?"

I follow him warily, unsure of how he is so casual about this. If someone came to me claiming this, I would be beyond stressed. However, Sinful walks with an ease about him that makes my stomach churn, like he already knows who this is going to work out.

He opens the door, by the doorway where the girl was standing is abandoned. No one is there, but a shadow of my embarrassment.

Sinful turns back to look at me. "She's gone. She wanted to deliver the message in hopes I wouldn't be here, but I would hear about it, and to make it all go away, send her a lot of money to keep quiet. That, or she has some kind of obsession with my power, or the fact that I'm immortal. Maybe if I believed the baby was mine, she would get some kind of special treatment."

I'm left speechless for a moment, while also feeling utterly foolish. But still, I don't want to believe him on face value, but before I can speak, I find I'm at a loss for words as he steps closer to me, to the point I can smell the jasmine scent he carries around with him.

"The problem with claims from young women like that, is they just assume I go around fucking anyone and everyone, that I would forget anyone who stumbles into my bed," he tells me, his voice so low I can feel the sound through me. "Problem with that, is there is only one person I want in my bed. And it's not her."

He leaves me with a lasting gaze, turning his back to walk away.

"You should let that sink in Millicent. I have a lot of admirers, and that won't be the last one that comes knocking," he calls over his shoulder, before he turns a corner and disappears.

***

Sleep was almost impossible to find that night.

No matter how much I toss and turn, I can't find a comfortable spot to lay. Instead, I slip in an out of a painfully unsatisfying sleep, dreams taunting me, mixing between real life and fantasy. At some point, I dig my hands into my hair, getting to my feet to begin an endless night of pacing. Back on the Moon, it was the only way for me to not let my thoughts drive me crazy.

But back then I didn't have space to explore. Now I do.

Tentatively, I open my bedroom door, looking out into the empty hallways covered in darkness. I have to be quiet, knowing immortals don't sleep because they need to, but simply because they wish to pass time. The wrong step could alert the household, and more specifically, Sinful, of my presence.

Closing the door, I opt instead for my balcony, hoping maybe a few of the mountains will settle my rampant mind enough for sleep. I just want to forget about what happened today with Sinful, and what any of his words meant.

Stepping outside, I let the snow kissed breeze brush up against my bare arms. It's not as cold as it should be, but I'm still grateful for the slight chill that alerts my sense from the inside.

But suddenly, I'm aware of something else, at the end of the property by a line of trees that surround the edge of the mountain Sinful's estate sits upon. It's a figure, surrounded by bright, glowing light that is almost blinding.

Shielding my eyes with the back of my hand, I peer closer, trying to decipher what I'm seeing. It's magic, I'm assuming, but who here would have magic like ...that? It's so bright, so blinding, with no real purpose at all. I can feel its power from here, a power that would be found only in one place.

The Moon.

Stumbling back a few steps, I don't let my surprise stop me from trying to see who is controlling this power. There is only one person it can be, with hair as white as snow...but it can't be. Right?

Kyser. It looks like Kyser.

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