The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 118

“I said get out.” I turned my head away. “I don’t want to look at you anymore.”

Gabriel chuckled. “Ah, no Lama Voice this time?”

“I’m just asking you to leave. Please.”

For a moment, I thought he might refuse just topite me. But then he shrugged and headed toward the door. “Oh, before I forget. Alexander arranged for you to have some help during your… ‘recovery’. A new maid.”

He opened the door and gestured to someone in the hallway. A young woman stepped into the room, and I immediately felt every one of my insecurities come rushing back.

She was gorgeous. Probably no older than nineteen, with long brunette hair and bright blue eyes. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, and he moved into the room with graceful ease like she belonged here.

And worst of all… She looked just like fucking Sophia.

“This is Sarah,” Gabriel said. “She’ll be taking care of you while you’re allegedly indisposed.”

Sarah smiled and curtsied, although her eyes remained locked on mine. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Luna.”

The way she said my title made it sound like a joke. It didn’t take a genius to know that this wasn’t a maid to help me during my recovery, bu someone to mock and belittle me. A humiliation.

Gabriel sal, and I could hear the amusement in his voice

She stood by the door, staring at me for far too long until I squirmed

finally said, “what

eaten anything.

course.” Sarah’s smile was

that’s fine.

was still on my wrist, catching the morning light. Just looking

weak. Manipulative. He’d rather watch me die than mark me,

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clone just to kick me while I

and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a soft clink and clattered to the floor behind the dresser. Good. I never wanted to see it

beg him to mark me. I wouldn’t play the pathetic, dying wife anymore.

a bowl of soup and some crackers. She set it on the nightstand beside the

go,” she said

to sit up further to reach the tray, but my arms were still shaky. “Could you help me with

up the bowl, but instead of handing it to me carefully, she let it tip. Hot soup spilled directly onto my lap, soaking through

pain immediate and