REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!
Clara’s POV
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
I sat on the edge of my vanity chair, staring at my reflection. My curls were perfect. My dress was perfect. My makeup flawless.
But my eyes…
My eyes betrayed me.
They were wide.
Shiny.
And trembling.
I slapped my cheeks lightly and hissed at myself, “Get it together, Clara. You’re Luna now. You can’t fall apart.”
I repeated the words three times.
They did nothing.
Because the image of the boy’s face—his terrified, frozen stare—would not leave my mind. Those eyes. Those bruises. The way his small body went limp in my hands after I pushed him to the ground, after—