I had just woken when the hospital door slammed open, startling me.
Susan staggered inside, the sharp stench of alcohol clinging to her like a second skin. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, the scars across her face looked more jagged, more menacing. Her eyes burned with hatred, and a bitter smile curled across her lips.
“Well, well… still breathing, Luna? I almost hoped you wouldn’t make it.”
Her voice dripped with venom, her words heavy with resentment.
“John is mine,” she hissed, her body swaying as she stepped closer. “You should’ve stayed out of the way. What are you now without your family’s wealth? Nothing but a pitiful excuse for a Luna.”
Her words sliced into me, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me break. My voice came out calm, steady—colder than I felt
