LILY:
“Taking over the duties as Luna? That is like the dumbest thing I’ve ever said,” I groan, flipping through the pile of papers littering Vergil’s private study.
“How the hell does he get all this s**t done? There’s a complaint from one corner, another demand from somewhere else, and I am f*****g losing it.” I slam my palm down on the desk, my eyes blurring as I try to make sense of the endless lists — amenities, complaints, requests, goddess-know-what else.
I blow out a harsh breath, falling back onto the chair and pressing my palm to my forehead.
“Tea won’t solve this,” I mutter, mimicking Selene’s airy voice. “I need one good thing to happen. Just one.” I drag a hand down my face. “Maybe Mathew tripped and broke his neck? Or Elena died in her sleep? Anything? Please goddess!”
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