She pulled them away. “I want to do something meaningful for a change. I want to save lives and contribute to the peace of this island. I want to prove I’m not just a pleasure tool. I’ll join Mara, and the women will fight if it comes to it. I will not hide away.”
Her conviction was unshakable. There was no talking her out of it.
And what was the worst that could happen? She’d already been humiliated, cast aside, and half removed from our lives. This wasn’t about impressing anyone—she was doing it because she wanted to.
“I know where we can start, Mara,” Martha said. “I was Luna before you. I know able-bodied women—skilled, strong—who can take up arms. They’ll lead us to others. The rest will hide in our bunkers with their children. There will be no sorrow in Mooncrest.”
I had to admit
