The Luna’s Trial의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 45

Jenna’s POV The steam wand hissed, a sharp metallic scream that usually meant the morning rush was about to hit. I was adjusting a display of gluten-free muffins, wondering if the mauve frosting looked ridiculous, when my apron pocket buzzed. I pulled out my phone. The words on the screen made my chest seize. BREAKING: Attack at the Ashborne Estate. Reports of gunfire and structural collapse. My fingers shook. My thoughts scattered like broken glass. “No,” I whispered. I dialed Tamara. Voicemail. I dialed again. Nothing. My stomach dropped, cold spreading through me despite the humid kitchen air. I grabbed my keys, nearly knocking over a tray of coffee cups. My hands were clumsy, my pulse hammering. I was already out the door, fumbling for my car. I hit speed dial for the only person who could breathe air back into me. “Jenna?” Persia’s voice was smooth, filtered through the background noise of a boardroom. “I’m in a session, can this–” “Persia, please,” I choked out, m

Tamara’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the silence. Then came the squeeze of a blood pressure cuff around my arm, the only rhythm in the room.I forced my eyes open. The ceiling was a grid of white acoustic tiles. Sunlight, sharp and midday-bright, cut through the blinds, striking a plastic pitcher of water on the bedside table. I tried to lift my hand, but it felt heavy, like lead.A woman in navy scrubs entered, clipboard in hand.“You’re awake,” she said, her voice calm, professional. She stepped closer, pen clicking. “Don’t sit up too fast, Tamara. You’ve been under for a long time.”My throat burned, dry as sandpaper. “How… long?”“Four weeks,” she said, checking the IV line in my wrist. “You were brought in with severe trauma and systemic shock. Honestly, we weren’t sure the neurological damage would reverse. Your vitals stayed stable, but you wouldn’t wake up.”“Four weeks?” The number felt unreal. A month of my life gone. “Where am I?”“Vyne City General. Private wing.” Sh

Tamara’s POV The bass from the city square pulsed through the apartment floorboards, a low vibration that made the water in my glass tremble. I stood at the window, watching streaks of neon purple and gold climb across the Vyne City skyline. The festival had begun. “We aren’t going, Tam,” Jenna said firmly as she walked into the living room. She was already wrapped in an oversized sweater, her posture loose, signaling she had settled in for the night. “Kat said it’s dangerous. We’re staying here.” I turned from the glass. “I’ve been in this room for three weeks. Before that, four in a hospital bed. I feel like I’m fading.” “It’s one night,” Jenna argued, but her words faltered when she saw me gripping the sofa, my knuckles pale. “You’re still weak. You can barely make it to the kitchen without gasping.” “I need the air,” I whispered. “Just for an hour. The crowd’s human, Jen. Safety in numbers. We’ll grab food, see the lights, and come back. I just… I can’t be alone with my h