Luna’s POV
The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the hospital air, sharp enough to sting my nose. I sat stiffly in the waiting room, my mother’s fingers tangled tightly in mine while my father paced in restless strides. Elina sat across from me, her eyes locked on the floor, her silence louder than any scream.
Larry was somewhere behind those white double doors, fighting off the pain from the bullet wound in his shoulder. He wasn’t family, but the thought of losing him made my chest tighten. He’d been with us for years, loyal to the bone, and now he was lying in a hospital bed because Scarlet wanted to send a message.
The sound of hurried footsteps drew my attention. Jimmy came rushing in, still in his work clothes, his tie askew. His eyes immediately found Elina. Without hesitation,
