The moon goddess chose wrong: twice
The humiliation still burned like acid in my chest.
She was a healer, for Moon’s sake. A healer! She should be able to fix herself with a single thought or whatever pathetic light magic healers used. Instead, she played the weak and broken victim. The damsel in distress. The poor abandoned girl who needed saving. And Enzo, my strong, powerful, ruthless Enzo, was falling for every second of the performance, doting on her like she was a fragile dog.