Chapter 25
Luna’s POV The café was a small, quiet place tucked into the corner of the city—a far cry from the grand restaurants Alexander typically frequented. But I appreciated the simplicity. It felt neutral, less daunting somehow. I sat at a table near the window, nervously stirring the tea I hadn’t touched. My mind raced as I waited, wondering what could have possibly compelled Alexander to ask me to meet him. After our last conversation, I had convinced myself it was over—that I needed to move on. The bell above the door chimed, and I looked up instinctively. There he was, stepping into the room like he owned it, his presence commanding without even trying. He spotted me immediately, his dark eyes locking onto mine, and my stomach flipped. He approached the table, his movements deliberate bu
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