ARIA
“Thanks…” he finally said the moment I reached the door.
The word made me pause, but instead of relief, anger swelled inside me again as my eyes drifted toward the lady lying on the bed.
Who was she? What connection did they have? I wanted to be his Luna, not sit in the shadows like a mistress.
My heart was burning, but I forced a stiff smile that felt more like a mask than anything real.
I nodded, turned away, and walked out of the room. Only then did I realize how hurting my chest had been hurting, and I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I had been holding.
For the first time, I was actually grateful that my father had forced me to learn medicine.
Back then, I hated how he would drag me to the field whenever battles were fought, ordering me to treat fallen warriors while
