LUTHER
I never felt so loved.
It’s funny, in the cruelest f*****g way, how the Moon Goddess never let me have this—not until now, not until I’m gasping through my last f*****g breaths, my body unraveling, my soul slipping between their fingers like sand.
She never let me belong to anyone. Never let me feel a touch that wasn’t meant to hurt, never let me hear my name spoken softly, like it wasn’t a curse. My whole life, I was just there—something to be used, something to be feared.
But now—now that my blood is seeping into the sheets, now that every inhale burns like swallowing glass—she lets me have it.
Blaze’s hands are shaking as they press against my wound, like he thinks he can keep me here, hold me together with sheer f*****g will. Ashton’s jaw is clenched so tight I can hear
