THE LUNA WHO CONQUERED DEATH
Chapter 15: Breaking Point
The week crawled by like torture.
Every morning, I woke in Damien's arms and pretended I belonged there. Every evening, I returned to his bed and let him hold me. Every moment in between, I planned his downfall.
By Friday, I was barely holding it together.
"You look exhausted," Marcus said as we drove toward Seattle. He'd insisted on coming despite my protests, and I was grateful for it.
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. You're sleeping beside a man who's planning to kill you while pretending to reconcile with him. That's the opposite of fine."
I laughed, but it came out brittle. "When you put it that way, it does sound insane."
"It is insane." Marcus glanced at me. "How much longer can you keep this up?"
"Five weeks. Just five
