It felt strange to be back in a hospital —
not for myself this time, but for a patient who had been shot by the very people she once believed were protecting her.
There was a cruel irony to it.
Being a Luna meant Lila couldn’t afford to trust everyone blindly.
But it also meant… she had no choice but to.
Sitting in a cushioned chair beside her bed, I stared down at her fragile frame, pale against the stark white sheets.
A tube ran from her mouth to a machine that hissed and beeped steadily — the only sound in the suffocating room.
Across from Lila’s bed were two others.
Aria and Nella.
Both in critical condition.
Both their bodies riddled with consequences they had chosen for themselves.
Nella had taken a pen from her pocket in the courtroom —
before anyone could stop her — and
