SYLVESTER
I stood frozen. The doors had barely shut behind them, but it already felt like the air in the room had changed. Oh! We were in the open.
It was Quieter. Colder.
Like she had taken the warmth with her.
Nora.
She looked different. Stronger. Brighter. Marked. Loved.
It was like the Luna inside her finally woke up, and not for me. For him.
Logan.
I hated him. I hated the way he touched her like she belonged to him. I hated how she leaned into him like he was her home.
And the worst part? I had no one to blame but myself.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t even look at Mira. I couldn’t. If I looked at her, I would explode. So I just turned and walked away.
My steps were heavy as I marched down the hallway. The same hallway I once strutted down with pride, confidence… power. Now
