Amber
It’s official.
The Moon Goddess is a sadistic b***h. There’s absolutely no changing my mind about that.
I don’t care how sacred she’s supposed to be. Or how many songs were written about her “divine will.” Screw all of it.
It’s the only explanation for why I keep getting dealt such a shitty hand. Again. And again. And again.
I had just finished my rounds, clipboard tucked under one arm, my head pounding faintly from hours on my feet. All I wanted was to return to my office, throw back the last of the cold coffee waiting on my desk, and finally breathe.
But no.
Apparently, peace wasn’t part of the divine plan for me.
Because just as I turned the corner past the nurses’ station, I froze.
Dead in my tracks.
There they were.
Rayne and Reed.
Reed was pushing Rayne’s wheelchair
