LOLITA'S POV
The gammas leave with formal bows and hollow reassurances. I close the door behind them, my fingers trembling against the polished wood. Their words echo in my ears — a coincidence, just a coincidence that Marcus and I were in Moonfall when the rogues attacked. No connection to our visit to Morena. No reason for suspicion. Lies. All of it. My broken arm throbs beneath its cast, like a reminder of the price we have paid. The price Marcus paid with his life.
I lock the door and turn away, wincing as my weight shifts to my injured leg. The wheelchair is gone now; I insisted on that much dignity at least, but each step is still agony. I grit my teeth and shuffle toward the bedroom.
The world feels too empty without Marcus. Too quiet. His scent still lingers in my nose and in th
