“I’m doing everything I can,” Devin snaps, frustration flaring, “she won’t eat, she won’t cooperate, she hates me.”
“That is irrelevant,” the woman replies, unmoved, “you were not brought into this to be liked.”
There is a pause then, heavy and deliberate, and I hear footsteps moving closer down the hallway, measured and unhurried, like whoever she is has all the time in the world. My heart starts pounding so hard it feels like it might tear free of my ribs, because the familiarity of her voice is finally crystallising into something concrete and terrifying.
The bedroom door opens.
And Luna Sophia is standing there.
For a second my brain refuses to accept it, because my body reacts before my mind does, a sharp pull in my chest that has nothing to do with the bond and everything to do
