The Rejected Luna’s Hidden Legacy
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Across the hall, Lucien looked up.
Our eyes met, and for one unbearable second the entire room disappeared. He forgot to breathe … I watched him forget, watched his chest go still, watched something in his face come undone at the sight of a woman who no longer resembled the one he’d destroyed. His hand had gone rigid at his side, fingers curling like he wanted to cross the hall and had ordered himself not to.
The old bond stirred faintly in my chest, a single warm pulse I hated myself for feeling, traitorous and small and impossible to stamp out completely no matter how many nights I’d spent trying.