Moonlight spilled through the half-open windows, silver across Rook’s rumpled bedding and the hardwood floor. The apartment was finally quiet. No cameras. No producers. No fake smiles for an audience that cheered for blood.
Just them.
Liora was swallowed in one of Thalen’s oversized shirts, the pale fabric hanging off one shoulder like a ghost she couldn’t let go of. Her bare feet paced restless paths across the room as she talked too fast, anger and grief tripping over each other.
“You saw that dress, right? That ridiculous wispy beach nightmare they strapped her into?” She threw her hands in the air. “She looked less like a bride and more like a princess being marched to a cliff to be sacrificed to some virgin-eating dragon.”
Rook sat against the headboard, watching her with quiet fo
