Luna POV
The jet climbed into gray New York sky, turning toward the Pacific and whatever waited on the other side.
Wendy slept against Mason's shoulder within the hour, her small body finally relaxing into trust she had never lost. Mason and I sat in silence, the engine hum filling the space between us—two people who had spent seven years learning to hurt each other, now learning how to sit together without breaking.
"Ethan doesn't know you're here," I said finally.
"No," Mason replied. "You didn't tell him. And I didn't... I thought it should come from you. If you tell him at all."
I looked at him—this man who had been my prison and my lesson, who had held a gun to Victor's head and then lowered it because I asked. "There's something I need to tell you. Something Lin said. About Stel
