Viya's POV
I sat in the car, unable to guess what had suddenly made Luna Margaret so merciful.
When punishing me in the past, she'd never once shown leniency. Each punishment was always more severe than the last.
As these thoughts drifted through my mind, my eyelids grew heavier and hotter. The midnight ice in the dead of winter—anyone forced to kneel there would suffer terribly. I hadn't expected Margaret to suddenly change her mind, which is why I'd removed my down jacket, fearing it might drag me under if I fell through the ice.
By the time I arrived home, daylight was streaming through the windows. My friend, Sophia, had already left for work, but she'd thoughtfully left breakfast on the table. I had no appetite though—my head felt heavy and my legs weak. After taking som
