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"Give me the keys," Killian ordered, his voice a lethal roar.The driver flinched and handed them over. Killian shoved him aside, jumped into the driver’s seat, and slammed his foot on the gas. The heavy SUV tires shrieked against the gravel, tearing out of the estate gates.Killian grabbed his phone from his pocket. His hands were shaking. He dialed her number.Ring... Ring... Ring..."Pick up," he ground out, swerving violently around a slow-moving truck on the main road. "Pick up the phone, Luna."It went straight to voicemail. He dialed again. And again. Nothing.He drove like a madman, his chest tight with a sickening, terrifying dread. He didn't know which way she went. He had no way to track her.Suddenly, his phone vibrated in the passenger seat. Killian snatched it up, hoping to see her name, but it was one of his perimeter scouts. He pressed answer."Speak," Killian barked."Pakhan..." the man’s voice was completely breathless, laced with pure horror. "Boss... Madam’s car. T

LUNA POV The morning traffic in New York was unusually light. I parked my car half a block away from the café, grabbed my purse from the passenger seat, and stepped out into the cool air. The city was just starting to wake up. I walked down the familiar pavement, listening to the distant hum of cars and the soft chatter of people heading to work. I smiled, pulling my coat a little tighter. It was just another peaceful morning. I approached the corner of my street, reaching into my pocket for the café keys. Before I could make it to the front door, a sudden blur of motion caught my eye. A little girl, maybe three or four years old, came sprinting down the sidewalk. She had a head full of thick, bouncing curls and a tiny pink backpack strapped to her shoulders. She was looking back over her shoulder, laughing loudly at something behind her. She didn't see where she was going. She collided right into my legs. The impact made her stumble backward, her small arms flailing as she

The wheels of the private jet touched the New York runway. The engines wound down with a low, heavy hum. The cabin door opened, and Killian stepped out into the biting wind.Waiting at the bottom of the steel stairs was a perfectly straight line of heavily armed Bratva guards and a convoy of black SUVs. As Killian’s boots hit the tarmac, the guards immediately stepped forward, moving to flank his sides.Killian stopped. He looked at the men surrounding him, his expression completely unreadable."No one follows me," he ordered. His voice was calm, but the weight behind it was absolute.The head of the security detail frowned, taking a hesitant step forward. "But Pakhan, the city is not—"Killian didn't say a word. He simply turned his head and gave the man a slow, silent stare. The deadly stillness in his pale gray eyes made the air on the runway feel ten degrees colder.The guard swallowed hard. He instantly shut his mouth, dipped his chin, and stepped back into line.Killian walked p

"Stop." The single word was soft, but it cut through the quiet room. Killian froze. He looked up at her in confusion. "Stop blaming yourself," she told him gently. He shook his head blindly. "I did this—" "Killian. Stop." He fell silent, his chest rising and falling heavily. "I am tired," Luna whispered, the exhaustion clear in her pale features. "Not of you. I am tired of watching you carry every single piece of blame. I am tired of you staying stuck in the past." Killian stared at her, the breath stalling in his throat. "You are not even trying to move forward," she continued softly, her words building with a quiet, heartbreaking honesty. "You are just punishing yourself. And it's destroying you. I cannot bear the weight of watching that anymore. I can't." Killian’s jaw locked. He looked down at his soot-stained hands, completely lost. "You think you need my forgiveness," Luna said softly, drawing his eyes back to her. "You don't. I let go of the past a long time ago. It

LUNA POVThe soft hum of the evening news played in the background of my apartment, blending with the quiet city traffic outside my window. I sat on the rug, gently tossing a tennis ball for Milo. The sudden buzz of the intercom broke the peaceful silence.Milo abandoned the ball instantly. His ears perked up, and he let out a sharp bark, trotting toward the front door.I smiled, pushing myself up from the floor. "I know, buddy. I've got it."I walked over to the door and pulled it open. A delivery worker in a heavy jacket stood in the hallway, holding a massive, breathtaking bouquet of fresh white roses."Delivery for Luna," the young man smiled."Thank you," I said warmly, taking the heavy arrangement from his hands.I closed the door, burying my face in the soft white petals for a brief second. The sweet, familiar scent filled my lungs. I walked into the kitchen, pulled the old roses from the glass vase on the counter, and carefully arranged the fresh ones in the water.I smiled to