LOGINMy neck flushed as I realized what I’d just said without meaning to. Shit. That was close. Too close. “I mean…” My mind raced to come up with a viable excuse. “I’ve been around enough Lunas to know. Working as a servant, you hear things. See things. I’ve witnessed plenty of Lunas bending over back
Ella’s POV I found Anya sitting on one of the benches in the garden with her face buried in her hands, red and cold feathers scattered around her like fallen leaves. The sound of her soft sobs made tears burn in my own eyes. The last thing I ever wanted was to see her, of all people, cry. Not An
Ella’s POV The moment Anya and I stepped onto the stage, the whispers began. Everyone was staring at us, wondering why we had switched dresses—especially because they all thought I was supposed to be named Alexander’s Luna tonight. If that were the case, why would I choose to wear a stained dress?
“Just… be careful,” I finally whispered. “Please be careful.” “I will.” We finished the dance in silence after that. When the song ended, Liam squeezed my hand once before disappearing back into the crowd. I watched him go, wondering if that would be the last time I saw him upright and functioni
Ella’s POV They would never know how my heart ached as I heard those whispers. Once, I was Alexander’s Luna. But I could never be that again—beautiful dress or not. Not unless I found a cure for this curse, which I was losing hope over day by day. Still, I kept my smile fixed on my face and ma
“Whoever did this is an absolute cow,” one of them said. “To attack another woman like this—despicable!” Another servant thrust a beautiful yellow dress into Anya’s hands. “Here. I wore this to my sister’s wedding years ago and it’s just been taking up space in my closet. Use whatever you need fro







