The last time she had been in this room…
She closed her eyes.
It was the day Damien marked her.
The day she had been torn from everything she knew—her title, her kingdom, her mother's embrace, her father's scolding. The day Damien had saved her life from Morvakar's curse and willingly taken that torment into himself.
"Everything's… the same," she whispered, eyes scanning the room.
Jane remained silent by the doorway, arms crossed, but the tension was unmistakable.
Luna turned to Jane. "Thank you."
It was a simple offering—one part gratitude, one part courtesy. But instead of accepting it, Jane stepped forward. The politeness in the air evaporated instantly.
"Why are you here?" Jane asked, each word dipped in venom.
"Am I supposed to answer that?" she asked, arching one brow. She turned slightly toward her vanity mirror, inspecting her wind-tossed hair.
