Livia POV
The village lies just behind us, its quiet presence already fading as we approach the black SUV parked on the outskirts. I tighten my grip on the bag slung over my shoulder, hoping the heaviness grounds me, that the routine weight of it will somehow keep my thoughts from spiraling back to… him.
Just as I near the vehicle, Sage reaches over, tugging my bag free from my shoulder with a grin. “Let me get that for you, Luna." His eyes flicker to the fresh mark on my neck, a spark of amusement lighting up his gaze. “Though I have to say, the new accessory suits you.”
Before I can snap back, Calista’s hand darts out, smacking Sage upside the head. “Shut up, Sage,” she mutters, shooting me an apologetic look, though there’s the faintest smirk hiding at the corner of her mouth.
Sage
