Luna POV
The red dress clung to my body like a secret I wasn’t proud of. Tight, elegant, exactly what Marcus had asked for.
"Suite 1508. Red. Don’t be late."
No "hello." No warmth. Just instructions, like I was some expensive escort he’d booked for the night. And maybe that’s all I was to him now. A last resort. A failed fantasy.
Still, I went.
Why?
Because Artemis didn’t look at me anymore.
Because Gwen, my own daughter, was more attached to her nanny than to me.
Because every time I passed a mirror, I saw her. Lana. In my skin. On my face. In every inch of my identity.
So I put on the red dress and stepped into the cold.
Marcus opened the hotel room door already drunk. The scent of whiskey greeted me before he did.
“You’re late,” he muttered, glancing at his watch like he was
