Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Victory or Defeat Astrid's POV

As we neared the dungeon, the cold air wrapped around me like a warning, and my steps faltered.

The weight of what I was about to do settled heavily in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I was nervous - no, I was scared. Giselle was down there, the woman who had torn our lives apart, and I had to face her alone.

Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt warm air fanning the side of my face. I blinked and turned, only to find Killian standing so close, his face inches from mine.

His breath was warm on my skin, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just the two of us.

My heart skipped a beat. The closeness, the way he was looking at me—it made me forget, just for a second, about the darkness waiting ahead.

"Astrid," he whispered, his voice soft and full of concern. "Are you sure about this?"

His eyes searched mine, his brow furrowed with worry, and for a brief moment, I wanted to say no.

I wanted to lean into him, let him shield me from everything. He always had a way of making me feel safe.

"I can come with you," he added gently, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a spark of warmth through me.

For a moment, I hesitated. His presence was comforting, but I knew I needed to do this alone.

I needed to face Giselle on my own terms, even if part of me was terrified of what I might find.

I shook my head, offering a small smile. "No," I said softly, trying to steady my voice. "I need to do this by myself."

gaze, his eyes lingering on mine, as if he

his touch. "I'll be right here," he murmured, his voice low and

With one last look into his eyes, I turned toward the dungeon

I stepped forward, I could still feel the warmth of him, the safety his presence gave

steadying my nerves as I walked

Giselle, the last time her poison would taint my

heavy iron door, its

Giselle, and I froze. The woman before

once immaculate and graceful figure who had always held her head high now sat slumped against the stone wall, her

smatted, her dress torn

Her hair was

dirt. She looked like someone who had

grandeur stripped away, leaving only

of the person she

in her diminished state, a twisted smirk played on her lips, as if

she

bars, her eyes gleaming

hoarse but filled with mockery. "Look who's come to visit. Did

could

you

you'd get away with it? I told you before, you won't. You never

guards had dragged her away to the dungeon. She had screamed threats at me then, words I had dismissed as the ravings of a bitter, defeated woman. I had thought they were empty, but now I knew better. She had always had something hidden, something dark and

for a moment, I felt the anger surge in my veins, the reminder of how close she had come

for anguish, for pain. "Ryker is dead, isn't he?" she asked, her voice

at my feet, but it's too late,

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