CHAPTER 12: A MONSTER
“Are you sure it’ll be right to dispose of her?”
The word slipped from Cassidy’s lips like a dagger dipped in honey—sweet on the surface, but the edge was sharp enough to gut a soul.
It hung in the air between them, foul and final.
Dispose.
Noah blinked.
He didn’t flinch at first. But the longer the word lingered, the more it crawled beneath his skin like a parasite. It echoed in his ears like a drumbeat of guilt, gaining speed, volume, weight.
Dispose.
As if Catleya were a piece of rubbish to be tossed into the dark. As if she hadn’t once fought beside him, teeth bared and heart wild. As if she hadn’t stood crowned by moonlight, blood on her hands and love in her eyes, declaring herself his Luna.
Noah’s jaw locked. The vein in his temple pulsed.
Why does it
