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Lilith’s face fell. “What are you saying?” “I think…” I took a shaky breath. “I think once Anya becomes Alexander’s Luna, I should leave.” “Ella, you don’t mean that.” “Anya will make a good Luna.” I shrugged and picked at my quilt. “She’s kind and patient and caring. She’ll be good to Lucien,
Ella’s POV The party was still raging on downstairs, the sounds of music and revelry like an insult to my broken heart. It would continue like this all night, probably even until the sun rose. As for me, I must have been wallowing in my bed for the better part of an hour now, still wearing the s
My 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








