CIARA
The dressing suite was the only place I could pace without the servants watching me. I had locked the outer doors of our quarters, but the hum of the estate’s heating system felt like a mockery. The luxury of this room—the dark mahogany wardrobes, the silver-framed mirrors, the plush velvet stools—felt like a gilded cage.
Have you figured out his tea blend yet, Ciara?
Nilah's voice kept looping in my head, a cruel, mocking song that made my skin burn.
Every word she had thrown at me at that dinner table had stripped away another piece of my confidence. I was Luna, but I was completely blind to the man sleeping right next to me.
The heavy door connecting the dressing room to the private gym clicked open.
Hayes stepped through the frame, breathing heavily. He had spent the last
