Luna’s POV
Rage had teeth, and it chewed me alive.
Every newspaper headline, every flicker of television coverage, every whisper through the bars was the same: Lana Weiss redeemed. Artemis Quinn untouchable. Sterling & Quinn rises higher than ever.
I hated them.
I hated that Lana had turned the world to her side with tears and honesty. I hated that Artemis kissed her like she was salvation. And I hated myself for every misstep, every scheme that unraveled too fast, leaving me here — rotting in a cell beside Silas.
He still whispered plans through the bars, muttering about blackmail, about hidden files, about one last chance. But I saw it now: he was reckless, desperate, doomed. I should have cut him loose long ago.
The knock came before dawn. Boots. Keys. Voices too sharp.
“Luna Wei
