Lana POV
The antiseptic sting of the hospital hit me the moment I stepped out of the elevator. Cold white walls. Soft beeping monitors. The distant shuffling of nurses’ shoes against tile floors. But nothing chilled me more than what I saw through the glass window at the end of the hall.
There she was—Luna.
Wrapped in pale sheets, oxygen cannula clinging to her nose, and dark hair fanned across the pillow like she belonged to another world.
And beside her… Artemis.
He sat rigid in the chair, holding her hand as if letting go meant she’d vanish. His thumb moved slowly, rhythmically, over her knuckles. His lips were moving, whispering words I couldn’t hear.
My stomach turned, and I instinctively stepped back. I shouldn’t have come. I should’ve stayed at home like the nobody I was prete
