Too Skinny To Be Luna
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Whatever hesitation looks like on an assassin, it isn't this — steady wrist, steady breath, a blade that's clearly done this before.
"The True Luna dies tonight," he says. Quiet. Almost bored. Like he's said the same line before, to other girls, in other rooms, and none of them changed the outcome either.
I want to close my eyes. Some small, exhausted part of me thinks that might make it easier.
I don't get the chance.
Heat floods my chest — not the tearing, cracking pain from the ceremony, but something else entirely. Something that feels less like breaking and more like waking up. Like my body has been asleep for twenty years and just remembered, in the space of half a second, exactly what