Rejection to Rebirth: A Luna's Vengeance
He looks up as I enter, his smile broadening.
“Hey, how did it—” he starts to ask, but his expression shifts as he reads the relief and joy in my face. The hopeful look on his face has my heart melting. Gods, I love him.
“It’s done, baby,” I say, moving quickly to his side. “I have my soul back.”
“Fuck, really?” His voice is a mix of disbelief and relief, a curse slipping out in his emotion—a stark contrast to the tender scene.
“Really,” I affirm, reaching out to stroke Arsenio’s soft cheek. The baby stirs, his little hand wrapping around my finger. “So even after this life, I can still find you and love you again.”