My Sister's Mate Is Obsessed With Me
The bruise from the Luna's slap had bloomed overnight, purple and swollen across my cheek.
"Sera, you look like—"
"I'm fine." I kept my voice low. "Please. Just let me work."
She didn't push, but I caught her watching me with worried eyes for the rest of the day.
Two days later, my sister became a Luna.
I woke before dawn to help prepare the great hall, stringing flowers, polishing silver, and setting tables for hundreds of guests. My back was still tender, but the worst of the wounds had closed, leaving fresh scars layered over old ones.