Semua Bab His Rejected Luna Remembers Nothing: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Lena’s POVThe second memory came back on the third day.I was in the training room alone. Early morning before anyone else was up. Working through the forms that kept coming back to my body in pieces, muscle memory reassembling itself like a puzzle that knew its own shape.I was moving through a sequence I hadn’t consciously learned and my body was doing it perfectly and then between one breath and the next I was somewhere else.Not here. Not this room.A different room. Smaller. Warmer. Someone standing behind me with their hands adjusting my stance the way Damien had in this room a week ago but different because in this memory I knew who was behind me. Knew the warmth of him and the specific way he breathed when he was concentrating and the low voice in my ear saying again and again until I get it right.I laughed in the memory. An actual laugh. Easy and unself-conscious.And he made a sound behind me that was very quiet and very warm and then his arms were around me from behind in

Lena’s POV The war room had a different energy at two in the afternoon. Not louder. Actually quieter than it had been all week. But the quality of the quiet had changed. The waiting quiet and the moving quiet are different things and everyone in that room had felt the shift the moment Damien walked back in from the steps and said tonight. Tonight. I sat very still when he said it and let the word land in every part of me that needed to hear it. Tonight we would know. Petra was already restructuring the approach before Damien finished the sentence. She had contingency plans because Petra always had contingency plans and the specific contingency labeled accelerated timeline was already open in front of her and she was moving through it with the efficiency of someone who had been half expecting this call. Their contact inside had sent a final confirmation an hour ago. East wing. Second floor. A room registered to a minor patient under an administrative name that meant nothing excep

Damien’s POV Eli fell asleep before we cleared the facility grounds. Between one breath and the next. Small head dropping to Selene’s shoulder and staying there with the absolute conviction of someone who had found where they were supposed to be and saw no reason to remain conscious any longer. One fist curled against the base of her throat. The other hand still loosely holding a piece of her jacket like even in sleep they were not ready to let go. Selene sat completely still. For the entire two hour drive she did not move. Not when her arm must have gone numb somewhere around the forty minute mark. Not when Cole quietly offered to take a turn. She just shook her head without looking up and held on and that was that. I drove. The road was empty at this hour. Dark and straight with the headlights making a tunnel of the night ahead and the trees pressing close on either side and nothing moving anywhere except us. I kept checking the mirror. Not for Hale’s people. Petra had confir

Lena’s POV Eli was conducting a serious inventory. I could see this from the doorway. They were sitting upright in the small bed Mara had assembled, working through a collection of soft toys with the methodical focus of someone who took quality assessment seriously. Each toy was picked up, examined, considered, and either set aside or placed in what appeared to be a designated approved pile near the pillow. The approved pile currently contained a rabbit, a small bear with one ear slightly larger than the other, and something that may have once been a dog but had been loved into ambiguity. Ria was asleep in the chair in the corner with her mouth slightly open and her head at an angle that was going to cause her significant neck pain in approximately two hours and that I was not going to warn her about because she looked peaceful and she had earned it. I stood in the doorway. Eli looked up from the inventory. Those grey eyes found me with the same directness they had found me at m

Lena’s POV He found me in the east garden. I had taken Eli there after breakfast because the morning was clear and cold and Eli had stood at the kitchen window pointing at the outside with the focused insistence of someone who had opinions about where they should be and was not going to stop communicating those opinions until something was done about it. So we were in the garden. Eli was crouching near the raised beds looking at something in the turned soil with the intense concentration of a person who had discovered that the outside world contained significantly more interesting things than the inside world and was conducting a thorough investigation. I was sitting on the bench watching them. Watching them the way I had been watching them all morning. With the particular greedy attention of someone making up for lost time. Every small gesture. Every expression. The way they tilted their head when something was interesting. The way they talked to themselves under their breath in