Blessed Luna Rising: A Dark Medical Mate-Bond Revenge
“Hearing first. Then, if they insist, the cameras If we have to bleed, they’re going to be standing close enough to get splashed.”
Park’s eyes warmed, just a fraction.
“That,” she said, “is why this seat fits you.”
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That night, back in the apartment, Luna had opinions about fame.
She sat cross‑legged on the couch, wolf plush in her lap, watching a muted news segment with the intense focus of someone trying to solve a puzzle she didn’t have all the edges of yet
On screen, an old clip of Lyra in the OR played—anonymous hands blurring a patient’s chest, the narrator mouthing something about “medical miracle worker.” Then the feed cut to the Council chamber still.
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