Lunara looked at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes had passed, but she still hesitated.
Her arms folded tightly across her chest, fingertips digging into the fabric of her sweater like she could hold herself together by force alone. Everything in her gut screamed that Seraphine was bluffing—grasping for attention, spinning another story in a long, pathetic string of manipulations.
But what if she wasn't?
What if this time she carried truth?
Her mind flashed back to Eryx's face earlier—tired, quiet, protective. Would he really hide something from her? Something big?
Wouldn't he have told her?
Unless he thought she couldn't handle it.
She stared blankly at the wall for another moment, torn between fear and fury, before her hand finally moved. She grabbed her phone from the coffee table and walked toward the door with heavy, reluctant steps.
Every inch closer to that doorknob made her breath catch tighter in her throat.
