LUNA POV:I woke up with a pounding headache.My feels dry, and a bitter, metallic taste lingered at the back of my throat. I blinked slowly against the sunlight cutting across the room, taking in the familiar plaster ceiling, the heavy curtains, and the carved headboard.Our bedroom.I let out a breath, but the relief only lasted a second. My skull throbbed, and the events of last night crashed into me all at once.The sickening tilt of the hotel corridor after drinking that juice. The suffocating weight of Ivan pinning me to a mattress in the dark. The shattering wood of the door, a deafening gunshot, and the quiet safety of Killian's arms in the car before the world went black.But the most terrifying part wasn't the gun. It was Ivan's frantic voice echoing in my head.She threw herself on me. She said she hated you. She wanted a real man.A cold, paralyzing panic gripped my chest. What if Killian believed him? What if he thought I had willingly betrayed him?No, I thought, my hear
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