Reborn Luna
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Jace leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, frown carved deep into his face.
He’s been standing there like a damn statue since I walked in, silent but heavy. I can feel his mood like a weight in the room—disapproval, anger, something else I can’t quite name.
The healer mutters something about “foreign material,” then uses tweezers to pull a small, jagged white piece from my arm. It lands with a metallic clink in the tray—a tooth—one of their teeth.
My stomach twists.
“Well,” she says, dropping it in a glass dish. “At least you got a souvenir.”
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