Chapter 30
Luna’s POV For a long moment, neither of us moved. Alexander stood in the dimly lit hallway, his fingers gripping the edges of the photograph as though he could crush the memories out of it. His sharp eyes locked onto mine, unreadable, but I could see it—the flicker of something dangerous just beneath the surface. I stepped forward. “You lied to me.” His expression didn’t change. “Go back to bed, Luna.” “No.” My voice was firm, even though my hands trembled. “Not this time. You told me to stay out of that room. You told me not to ask. But now I find you in there—at night—staring at her picture like she still owns a piece of you.” Alexander exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “This isn’t a conversation we’re having right now.” “Yes, it is,” I snapped. “I deserve to know the truth. W
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