Bianca paced back and forth, biting her nails with growing frustration. Her thoughts spiraled out of control as a singular conclusion began to solidify in her mind—Becca’s core must be cursed. That was the only explanation. Nothing else made sense. She needed to find a way to reclaim what was originally hers.
Her gaze flickered toward the mirror, catching sight of the fatigue lining her face. The pressure of being Luna was suffocating. And Mark... being with him had become unbearable. Each day that passed felt like a slow descent into madness. He barely looked at her anymore, and when he did, it was with an expression so filled with disgust that it made her stomach twist. As though he couldn’t stand the sight of her. As though she were some disposable object he regretted ever claiming.
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