ELENA’S POV
London and I were in the middle of discussing our fake marriage when the door slammed open so abruptly that the sound echoed through the room. Luna Avery stormed in, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with an intensity that made my chest tighten. Something had lit her up like a firework.
She froze a few steps in, her gaze darting between us. That’s when I noticed how close London and I were standing—too close, perhaps. My first instinct was to step back, to put space between us, but before I could, her hands shot out, gripping ours.
Her touch was warm, trembling slightly, and her expression held a raw, unfiltered hope that made me feel cornered.
“Tell me it’s true,” she whispered, her voice fragile yet brimming with anticipation. “Please tell me I didn’t just imagine it
