Chapter 10
- “Perhaps I’ll allow you to move the date of our fateful duel until all fancy traditions of your matrimony are wrapped up, baby brother,” said Fenrir, as he fix his tie beside the groom.
- Flavian smiles, not one that reaches his eyes, but a smile nevertheless. “I thank you. I also do not think it a wise idea to show bloodshed in front of the new Luna.”
- “Mhmm. Consider this my wedding gift to you.”