JACKSON
I really thought it would be easy.
I thought she was different. I thought Nyra wouldn’t look at me the way Lena did in the end like I was something broken, something cursed, something better avoided. I thought, for once, the moon would get tired of laughing at me.
I was wrong.
So damn wrong.
The thought burned as I sat outside the hospital, the cold stone bench biting through my clothes. I didn’t even remember sitting down. One moment I was standing, pacing, my head full of noise, and the next I was there, my elbows on my knees, staring at nothing.
What did I do to deserve this?
Was I born wrong? Was I never meant to be mated at all? Was the moon so bored that it decided I’d be the joke of this city?
I dragged a hand down my face and laughed under my breath, bitter and empt
