LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV
When I heard the door open, I didn’t turn around. I just sat still at the edge of the bed.
I’d left the note Esmeralda gave me folded on the dresser, tucked under a loose book—out of sight. But not out of mind.
The door clicked shut.
I heard him walk in.
My skin prickled as his scent rolled over me. Still fresh—mint and smoke—but tonight, it carried something else. Regret, maybe.
Exhaustion. I couldn’t bring myself to look until I felt him closer.
"Aquamarine," he said quietly.
I turned.
He stood there, eyes on mine, like he was searching for something in my expression.
“I didn’t mean to scare you back there,” he said.
I blinked. I could still remember the smell of blood and fire. The way his eyes glowed gold as they devoured me in the dark.
He looked…
