Aurelia's POV
My hands shook as I pulled on a fresh set of clothes, the torn remnants of my previous outfit serving as a stark reminder of how close I'd come to something unthinkable. The silver burns on my wrists were already healing thanks to Luna's enhanced recovery, but the memory of those restraints would take much longer to fade.
"We did it," Luna said, her presence stronger than ever in my mind. "We fought back. We won."
We survived. That felt like the more accurate description. But for the first time since this nightmare began, I had proof of my own power.
I remembered the spare phone Mom had left in my dresser drawer from her last visit—an old device she'd forgotten when she moved to the estate. My hands were steadier now as I dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
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