Aurora—no, Luna—closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling the crushing weight of the past few years settle heavily on her chest.
When she had first woken up in this body months ago, she chose to let Alexander go.
Not because he deserved forgiveness—but because the lingering fragments of Aurora's soft heart still clung to him, loving him in silence, forgiving him even through the pain.
Luna had respected that sentiment—Aurora's lingering emotions—otherwise.
No one in the world would have dared to humiliate her the way Alexander did when she first woke up in this body.
Had it been anyone else, they would have been crushed under her heel long ago.
She had held back—not for Alexander's sake—but also for Senior Brown, the only one who had shown Aurora even a sliver of compassion, shielding her like a granddaughter when no one else did.
But now?
That kindness had a price.
Aurora paid it with her life.
And Luna… Luna would collect.
