Selene's POV
A week passed by quickly, and the day arrived sooner than I had expected.
I stared at my reflection, standing still in front of the mirror. No silk, no gowns. Just a plain white shirt and jeans. I didn’t even bother with makeup. My braid was messy, my face bare, and my shoulders heavy with dread. I didn’t want to look like a Luna, or a princess, or anything important. I just wanted to look like a woman, just a woman, trying to save someone she cared about.
The sudden thought of Anthony caused a sharp pain in my chest. He was still in that bed, still hurting, still fighting that damn drug. Enduring over fifteen hours of torture every day. His body was burning from the inside, his voice hoarse from holding back screams. The worst part? I couldn’t even comfort him by holding
