Alara
I hurried up the stairs to the apartment, the place Lucas had rented for our secret meetings. My heart was racing in my chest—not from excitement, but from a strange, creeping fear. I told myself I was being paranoid. Everything would be fine. It had to be. I have finally come to accept that Lucas was my happy place, but was I ready to give up my marriage to be with him?
No, of course not. The title of Luna was still very much important to me and I was willing to hold on to it for as long as it took me to.
The moment I opened the door, I saw Lucas standing by the small kitchenette, pouring drinks, but his face was clouded with something that made my stomach twist. He barely looked up when I entered, a sign that something was definitely wrong. Usually, the moment I walked in, he’d
