Allison's POV
I straightened, already preparing to leave, when Lucian spoke again.
"I wasn't talking to you."
The room froze like someone had hit pause.
Heidi's shoulders tensed; her voice came out small.
"Lucian... you mean me?"
Lucian sat up straighter in bed.
"She's my Luna. She's the one who stays."
It hit her like a slap. Not loud. Not messy. But clean and quiet—the kind that echoes.
"I came here to take care of you," she said, voice cracking. "Whatever Allison can do, I can—"
"But only she is Luna Allison Storm."
Boom. There it was. Final, undeniable. Like a verdict.
Heidi blinked like she'd been physically struck.
Lucian, maybe feeling a rare flicker of pity, added, "My grandfather will be here soon.”
A lifeline. A graceful exit. One last
