The Luna’s Trial
The girl who needed him was dying, replaced by something that didn't know how to cry.
"I thought I would die without you," I whispered, my voice turning ice-cold. "But it turns out, I just needed to stop being the girl you knew. I don't need your pity, and I certainly don't need your permission to exist."
"You think this changes things?" Percy stepped closer, his thumb grazing my jaw, his touch a brand. "You're still mine, Tamara. Under the silk, under the ash, the bond doesn't lie. You can play at being a Hunter’s doll, but your blood belongs to me."
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