Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Kabanata 611 - Kabanata 617

Ivonne's povHow does he know any of this?!Juatin smiles and sits on the edge of the stage and gestures for me to come closer. I walk toward him slowly, like I’m afraid something might break if I move too fast.“You were 8 years old and was very excited because you are supposed to play the Moon Goddess in the biggest show of the city that year,” he begins, voice warm and storytelling-smooth.I nod faintly. “But everything turned bad because My costume got ruined.”“Everyone knew it was Not ruined, it was intentionally Destroyed,” he corrects. “By some jealous brat who wanted your role. They said she threw paint on it? Or cut it? No one ever confessed.”I nodded as Flashes of that night burst back in my mind. I could recall the panicked adults running around, shouting, swearing, trying to salvage something that couldn’t be saved.“Everyone thought the show was over,” Justin continues. “The director was on the verge of fainting. Your mom was crying. Your dad looked like he wanted to fi

Ivonne's povI kept my eyes on the window as Justin’s car rolled smoothly down the road, the city lights blurring into long streaks of gold and white. The glass was cool against my temple, and for a moment, I pretended I was alone in the car, that the heavy conversation from earlier hadn’t happened at all.The silence stretched peacefully.Then Justin cleared his throat. “Ivonne… I want to say it again. I’m sorry. What I said back there—about Hector, about your choices—it wasn’t my place.”I exhaled slowly, my breath fogging the glass for a second before fading. “I know,” I said quietly. “And… I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”He glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “It’s a touchy topic,” he said, almost gently. “I get that.”“It really is,” I admitted. “You hit a nerve. A very painful one.”He nodded, fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “I figured as much.”We fell quiet again, but this time the silence wasn’t sharp. It

Ivonnes povI opened my mouth to answer him—and nothing came out.Hector was still looking at me with that same incredulous expression, like he was trying to solve a puzzle that refused to make sense but I couldn't blame him because I felt it too.I felt that hollow confusion sitting heavy in my chest. I genuinely didn’t know how I had done it. I didn’t know how I’d fought off two Lycans for that long, how my body had moved faster than my thoughts, how panic had somehow turned into strength.“I don’t know,” I finally admitted, my voice small. “I swear. I don’t know how I did it. Maybe I was just lucky? or maybe the goddess just granted me favor." I smiled a little uneasily."Luck?" Hector whispered then studied my face for a long moment, searching for something— maybe fear, deceit, answers I didn’t have. Then, slowly, his shoulders loosened And he shook his head.“Whatever, We’ll figure it out later,” he said at last, brushing it aside with effort. “Right now, that’s not what matters.