The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 121

Ella

The days blurred together after Alexander returned from his trip. I spent most of my time in bed, sleeping fitfully or staring out the window at the garden below. The bandage on my head had been replaced with a smaller one, but the headaches were still pretty persistent.

Alexander barely spoke to me anymore. He would come to bed late, long after I’d pretended to fall asleep, and he would leave early in the morning before I woke up. When we did cross paths, we would just exchange angry glares and then go our separate ways.

It was better this way. Easier.

I didn’t have to pretend anymore that there might be something between us. Didn’t have to wonder if those moments in the hospital or the way he’d looked at me for those brief seconds meant anything.

Gabriel had made it crystal clear what Alexander really thought of me: weak, manipulative, pathetic. He didn’t care if I died. He only cared about himself.

I hated him.

The cherry blossom bracelet was still somewhere behind the dresser where I’d thrown it. I could have asked Sarah to retrieve it, but I didn’t want to see it again. Didn’t want another reminder of how stupid I’d been to think Alexander might actually care.

On the fourth day, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. I expected it to be Lilith with soup or Sarah with her fake sweetness, but instead, Liam poked his head around the door.

“Hey,” he said gently. “Mind if I come in?”

struggled to sit up straighter, smoothing

behind him, then pulled the chair closer to

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” I said automatically.

he’d always been too damn good at.

sag. “Like shit. But what

“I talked to Alexander.”

stomach clenched. “About

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what you’ve been going through.” Liam leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his

didn’t

was gentle but there was an edge of frustration there. “You’ve been suffering alone for months. You could have died, and none of

I hadn’t already

alright. I’m not angry with you. I’m just… I

my mouth. What

knows the truth now, and I think he really wants to help.

bitter laugh. “That’s not