The storm raged through the night, rain lashing against the windows of the secure wing.Inside her room, Bella stood in the centre of the quiet space.She did not pace.She did not cry.Instead, she moved with calm, deliberate purpose.She laid a simple canvas travel bag on the bed, the one she had brought from her old life, before the contract, before Blackridge, and before Harry.She ignored the elegant silk dresses Harry had purchased for her and the expensive furs that filled the wardrobe. Instead, she packed only a few practical sweaters, a sturdy pair of boots, and the small collection of books she had carried with her from home.Finally, she looked down at her left hand.The silver Luna ring caught the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Beautiful and heavy, it symbolised authority, duty, and a place she no longer believed belonged to her.Slowly, she slipped it from her finger.She didn't throw it away.She didn't hesitate.She simply placed it in the centre of the nightstand beside
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