Shock widened her eyes.
And still—she did not pull away.
Encouraged, I continued.
“I am the next Premier Celestial Guardian of Asgard. But I could not inherit the full extent of my power until I found and claimed my fated mate.”
Emotion tightened painfully in my throat.
Because suddenly the truth mattered more than my pride.
More than dignity.
More than fear.
I stepped closer.
Close enough to feel her breathing.
“Found your fated mate?” Amrin parroted, eyes wide.
“Yes. And then I found you.”
Her eyes shimmered instantly with tears.
Panic hit me hard and fast.
Fuck.
No.
No crying.
Not now.
Not because of me.
“You are my mate, Amrin Cordoza,” I said quickly, desperately. “My perfect celestial match. My one and only. I would change the stars themselves for you, Luna.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks.
Actual tears.
Fuck fuck fuck.
What did I do wrong?
Did I overwhelm her?
Did she think this was too much?
Too strange?
Too impossible?
Every insecurity I’d buried for years surged upward instantly.
Of course she would reject this.
