Chapter 15: The Moon Does Not Forget
Olivia's "Liv" Winters’ POV)
The moon watched.
It always did.
Even when clouds veiled its face, even when dawn threatened to erase its silver authority, I could feel it—pressed against my skin, curled around my bones, humming low and patient like it knew something I didn’t.
Or worse.
Like it remembered something I was trying to forget.
Three days had passed since the heat in the forest.
Three days since Ethan Grey had touched me without right, without consent, without understanding the kind of fire he’d tried to awaken.
And three days since I’d learned a truth I could no longer run from—
The bond between us wasn’t dead.
It was wounded.
And wounded things were dangerous.
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The council chamber was colder than usual.
Stone walls rose high,
