Aria’s POV
The words “Bill of Sale” were still echoing in my brain like a physical weight that made it hard to draw air into my lungs. I wasn't a person to them. I wasn't even a threat anymore. I was a commodity, signed away in ink and seal by a woman who looked at me like I was dirt beneath her designer heels.
I stood in the library doorway, watching the Grand Luna stand over Elena’s collapsed form. The air around her was cold, not the refreshing chill of winter, but the sterile, dead air of a vault.
"She's alive," the Grand Luna remarked, her voice flat as she straightened up from Elena’s pulse. She didn't offer a hand. She didn't call for a doctor.
She simply stepped over Elena’s silk-clad legs as if they were a tripped wire. "I leave you for a day and this is how you treat you
