Chapter 28
Trista's POV
I woke up in the Ironthorn House bedroom before my alarm. My internal clock yanked me back to consciousness.
I washed up, carefully applied band-aids over the marks on my scent gland using a lunar color match, put on light makeup, and dressed in comfortable work attire.
The pain was still there, but it didn't stop me from putting myself together.
I was no longer the girl I was at seventeen, waiting for him to finish meetings downstairs or posting couple selfies on Insagram.
I was no longer the Luna who wore her "love" on her sleeve and her emotions on her face.
From today on, I was only responsible for myself.
Hayden had warned me last night: there would be a "special case" this morning.
I systematically checked the silver needles, moonstone conductor plate
