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I offered my arm.
She took it.
My father’s face darkened. “You are. . .twisting this. I just wanted to—”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want. Don’t touch her. Don’t stand next to her.”
And without saying anything else to him, I took Moni away in the opposite direction.
“Lei! What are you doing?!” My father yelled. “The feast is this way! We must have the feast before the—”
“I want a moment to talk to her! Then you’ll have your damn feast, old man!”
Moni didn’t protest.
She didn’t pull away. I could feel the weight of every eye in the pavilion on us as we walked off—guests, officials, soldiers, the orchestra, even Dima and Rowe Street Mob.
Everyone was staring in stunned silence.
Behind us, my father’s fury erupted. His shout reverberated against the pavilion walls like a curse, full of venom. “Lei!”
But I didn’t stop, and I didn’t give one fuck.
I had her—my Mountain Mistress.
My heart.
And never would she be away from me again.
Chapter twenty-three
The Secret Space
Moni
Lei moved with such lightning speed that my mind struggled to keep up.
One second, I was gripping Leo’s arm, bracing myself against the weight of hundreds of gazes.
The next, I was swept off my feet—literally.
Once we rushed off, Lei lifted and scooped me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest like I was the most precious treasure in his life.
Shocked gasps rippled around us.
He carried me effortlessly, his strides long and sure. Clear determination covered his face.
Stomping us forward, he brushed his lips along the shell of my ear, and that sweet touch sent delicious shivers racing down my spine. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Did he fucking hurt you?”
“Not physically. I think I’m just a little crazy now.”
“I’m so sorry for—”
“You didn’t do anything wrong—”
