EMMA
I stood in front of the mirror, unmoving. My reflection stared back at me with swollen eyes and a silence too loud to ignore.
The morning light leaked through the window, painting golden streaks across the room, but nothing felt warm. Not today. Not after what I saw.
My fingertips grazed the edge of the vanity, the wood cold beneath my skin. I couldn't look away from my face if I stared long enough, I might understand where it all went wrong.
You thought things would be different, I told myself bitterly. You thought fate meant something.
But fate bowed to Nyx.
My breath hitched as the image burned its way back into my mind. Ian's hands wrapped around her waist, his lips brushing hers.
He didn't push her away.
He didn't even hesitate.
(What did you expect?) Beena whispered inside me, her voice quiet but hard as steel.
(You saw what he did. His future Luna walks into his home uninvited, and suddenly your title means nothing.)
