Aurora's POV
Zayne grabbed my wrist. “Aurora, don’t. She’ll twist your words, just like before.”
“Maybe,” I said softly. “But if I don’t face her now, she’ll never stop.”
Cole nodded. “Room 214. Be careful.”
The room was darker, and the curtain fell lighter.
Natalie sat on the bed, her hair tangled, her hospital gown slipping off one shoulder as her eyes were red at the moment, swollen, and full of madness.
When she saw me, she laughed, broken, in a bitter sound.
“Look who the moon dragged in,” she hissed. “The perfect little Luna.”
I swallowed hard. “Natalie… I’m sorry for what happened. Truly.”
Her smile twisted. “Sorry? Sorry? You took him from me. You took everything!”
“I didn’t,” I whispered. “Zayne was never yours," I said to her without hesitation.
She slammed her fist
