AYLA
I left the room, bowing respectfully to Luna Martha and Megan, though every fiber of my being screamed against the act.
Their pitying glances burned into my back as I retreated, forcing my steps to remain calm and measured. My hands trembled slightly as I clenched them into fists, nails digging into my palms to ground myself.
I would endure this for now.
As I turned the corner of the hallway, however, something caught my attention.
There she was—Mika, standing just outside the corridor, her head tilted slightly as she peeked toward Luna Martha’s room.
What nerve!
My blood boiled at the sight of her audacity. Without thinking, I stormed toward her, grabbing her arm roughly and yanking her into my room.
“Ouch! What’s your problem?” Mika protested, stumbling as I dragged her i
