Chapter 21

I wake in a haze—still half-drowned in the pain.The world feels soft and far away. Distant. I blink slowly, my lashes heavy, and take in the unfamiliar room around me.It’s night.The walls are bathed in warm tones—rust, amber, gold. Fuzzy blankets and overstuffed pillows lie scattered across the bed and the chaise by the window. Everything smells like cedar and something floral. Not roses. Something wilder. Freer.To my left, a glass door stands slightly ajar, letting in the cool breath of night. Beyond it, a wide balcony opens to the forest—dense and shadowed under the moonlight. I can just make out the outlines of two men standing outside, their backs turned as they speak quietly.I turn my head—slowly, carefully.

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Chapter 22

“What are you doing?” I ask as I shift upright in the bed, blinking away sleep.The sheets rustle softly around me. I’ve been here for days now—slipping in and out of consciousness, caught in the fog between dreams and awareness. Each time I return, the pain dulls a little more. My body feels less foreign, more mine. I move with less resistance.And each time, Silas is there.We haven’t spoken much since the night he caught me. When I wake, I’m too parched, too lightheaded, or simply too overwhelmed with quiet gratitude to say more than a murmured thank you.Sometimes Dorothee is here too. She gathers me into her arms and holds me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go. She doesn’t ask questions. Just presses

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Chapter 23

At those cryptic words, Silas lifts his hand and snaps his fingers.Instantly, the two men stationed beyond the glass balcony doors straighten, turn, and enter the room with near-military precision. The door opens without a sound, and they step inside in perfect sync.They bow in unison, fluid and practiced.“Rise,” Silas commands, his tone edged with quiet authority—so accustomed to being obeyed he barely needs to raise his voice.Both men comply.The first one is older—broad-shouldered and solid, with more grey than brown in his hair. His beard is neatly trimmed, but there’s something rugged about him that grooming can’t polish away. He wears a faded, greyish shirt that clings to a powerf

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All Chapters of To Kill a Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23