Luna didn't sleep that night. She lay awake staring at the ceiling, phone clutched in her hand, rereading Selena's message until the words blurred together.
*The Council would love to see these photos.* Not a threat anymore. A countdown.
She called Damian at six in the morning, unable to wait any longer.
"She has photos," Luna said the moment he picked up, voice tight with panic. "From the café. Us holding hands. You kissed my hand. She sent them to me last night, Damian, she's had them for hours—"
"Slow down." Damian's voice sharpened instantly, all traces of sleep gone. "Send them to me. Now."
Luna forwarded the image, then waited, staring at her phone screen while the seconds crawled past.
"I see them," he said finally, his voice flat in a way that scared her more than shouting w
