Aurélie POV
Fabrice offers to check the cut on my face and gently steers me away from the kitchen. He leads me into the privacy of Damien’s office, where I lean back against the edge of the desk.
I don’t want to stand. I don’t want to sit.
I’m torn between wanting to go straight to the cells and never wanting to see her face again for as long as I live.
Is this what our lives are meant to be now? One threat after another. One pack, then another, always circling always using my children as leverage to get to me.
Is this the legacy I’ve created for them?
To always watch forward, but never forget what’s coming from behind.
How could she crave the title of Luna so desperately that she’d put an innocent child in danger? Was the Bloodnight alliance truly worth that much to her?
And worse
