“Again,” I growled softly. “With my full name.”
The blush spreading across her cheeks nearly destroyed me.
“I love you, Menon Blau,” she whispered reverently, cupping my face between trembling hands.
“Only you. And I choose you as my mate, my love, my Monster, my heart. You have my heart.”
Everything inside me went still.
The stars.
The sea.
The realm itself.
Every instinct I possessed bowed before her in that moment.
“And I love you, Amrin Cordoza,” I vowed solemnly, “my sweet Luna. Before our witnesses, before the realms, and before my ancestor Máni himself—I swear to honor you, protect you, provide for you, and to love you until the end of time.”
The final word left my mouth—and the skies above Asgarheim went black.
Gasps erupted across the festival immediately.
But I never looked away from Amrin.
Never would.
Moonlight exploded overhead seconds later.
A massive luminous blue moon rose across the heavens brighter than daylight while power rolled violently through the cliffs beneath our feet.
Máni.
My ancestor answered.
The moonbeams descended around us in spiraling ribbons of silver-blue light, wrapping around Amrin and me like living celestial silk.
Her breath caught sharply.
“What—what is happening?”
“We are blessed,” I whispered in awe.
Power surged through my bloodstream immediately afterward.
Not chaotic.
Not unstable.
This magic was balanced.
Sacred.
Whole.
The matebond snapped fully into place with enough force to steal the air from my lungs.
I felt her.
