I always thought I’d become immune to William’s apologies.
After doing time for three years, a Luna’s reaction to humiliation got dulled by pain.
Until he suddenly turned “gentle” tonight.
Like he used to be.
Like the version of him I would fall for so easily.
When he pushed the door open and came in, I set down the skincare bottle in my hand.
“Julie,” he sat to my right, voice low, “I want to explain what happened back then.”
I didn’t even look up.
“No need. I remember exactly how you framed me in front of the Council of Elders.”
“It was the Council who set me up! I didn’t know they’d treat you like that—”
“William.” I let out a soft laugh. “Don’t explain.”
“That’s not—”
“You were afraid of getting dragged down,” I said, eyes empty of emotion. “You were protecting yourself.” I
