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Chapter 66: Is she your girlfriend?

Author: Cassie GW
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BEATRICE

It’s almost unsettling how easy this conversation is—like we belong here, in this world of velvet cushions and expensive glassware, even though I’ve spent my whole life on the outside of rooms like this.

Liora laughs at something Bailey says, dabbing her mouth gently with a linen napkin, while Cassian refills Rhys’s cup of juice like he’s done it a thousand times before. There’s no stiffness in their posture, no polite restraint like I expected. Just warmth. Openness. And for once, no hidden judgment.

I’m still waiting for the shift—the moment they’ll realize who I really am.

Not Beatrice the responsible mother. Not Beatrice the dependable teacher or bakery worker. But Beatrice the runaway rogue, the exiled Luna, the woman who once belonged to a name most people speak like a warning.

But it never comes.

“So,” Liora says, resting her chin lightly on her hand. “You train the young warriors now?”

“Yes,” I say carefully. “Just started officially. Aria oversees me, but I lead my ow
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  • Forsaken Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 66: Is she your girlfriend?

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