The Luna’s revenge
"I'm not… I'm not Kael."
"Thank the gods for that," Liam muttered, then quickly added, "Apologies, Luna. That was out of line."
A small, genuine smile touched Alessia's lips for the first time in what felt like an eternity. "No, Liam. You're right. Thank the gods for that."
The flicker of freedom she had felt earlier grew into a tiny spark. The power to choose. It was a foreign concept, a terrifying and exhilarating prospect. She could choose someone kind, someone who would respect her, someone who would see her as an equal. She could choose… Liam.