When The Luna Broke Her Chains novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Fine Forgotten

[XENA]

I step out of the library with my head held just high enough to keep everything from spilling out of me, my nails still tingling from where I had pressed them too hard into my palms, drawing blood. The sting is already gone because I’ve healed, but the memory of it lingers. The blood–stained cloth is tucked in my other fist–reminding me of the librarian’s words.

I tell myself I won’t think about Knox, I won’t think about the book he left, I won’t think about the way he knew I would come, because it doesn’t matter, none of it matters, and I just need to get back to that suffocating little room and be done with this day–and then I look up, and there he is.

Prince Knox is walking straight toward me.

For a second, I think I’ve imagined him–my mind has conjured him up just to torment me further, but no, he’s real, solid, and moving. His gaze is fixed ahead, and beside him, like always, is Iver, silent and

hful, nothing more than a shadow stitched to his side.

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fting my path as if I’ve just remembered something urgent in the opposite slip past him unnoticed in this empty corridor where every step I take the entire palace.

fists at my sides again, nails biting in steps, on anything but him, but it’s eniable presence that presses in on

you. The thought comes sharp and

ing turns uneven, anger amplifying y everything is there at once–the w fended and protected me, the way h en the way he disappeared, the wa ‘t be, what I had no right to tout

ng coward.

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d I focus on the floor ahead of me, on not to feel the pull and awareness–that he gets.

ed away. He sent others.

hrough me before I can stop it, because

e from the forest, the way he stood by my bed me, the way he looked at me like I mattered, el instead, the way I was told where I could and ter, no right to exist in.

he will do the same, that he will pass by me like I’m but he doesn’t.

s steps change direction, and he cuts across the space

ind can catch up, and for a second, I just stand there, staring at him

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Because you couldn’t just leave me alone.” I finish.

The silence that follows is suffocating.

Hess gong to argue with me, isn’t he? He can try, he really can love let everything out of me. He can try detend himself, justify it, say something that will make me hate him more.

instead, he says quietly, “I’m sorry.”

I blink. “That’s it?” I ask, disbelief lacing my voice. “You’rcessorry?

His expression doesn’t change. “Yes.”

A hollow laugh escapes me. “Right. Of course. That fixes everything, doesn’t it? That makes all of this better.”

Knox doesn’t respond. And somehow, that makes it worse. The silence stretches between us, long and heavy, and I suddenly feel tired, so unbearably tired like all the anger has burned through me and left nothing but ash behind.

I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want tobachhere.

The thought comes quietly at first, then louder ticarer.

Why am I still here? For what? Cassian: Myfamily? They’re all here for Davina now. They’ve never bee here for me.

I swallow, the words forming before I can stop them. “I want to leave,” I say.

Knox’s head lifts slightly, his gaze sharpening. “What?”

“I want to leave Aurelune,” I repeat, my voice more controlled now, even as something twists paintolly my chest. “There’s nothing here form. There never was. I can go back to Frostfang. I don’t need to sta here for this—for any of this.” Ihmeet his eyes, forcing the words out. “So let me go,” I say. “Please. 1.5- me go. If you command it, no one can stop me! Not even Cassian. And he’ll be happy to be ndotine. Everyone will be. Davina, the mos). And you wish to make her happy, don’t you?”

Something unreadable crosses his face–lasting for a couple of seconds. And then, without hesitate. ? says, “No.”

I

gape at him. “Not”

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A muscle in his jaw ticks, but he doesn’t look away. “You can’t he repeats.

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I don’t know what I’m feeling it sits screwhere between anger and annoyance, somet both, something I don’t have a name te But i’m displeased.

Too is worse. He growls low in the back of my mind, restless, thrashing at the idea she us world her leaving. It feels unposisie. That i won’t see her in the corridors anymore tha Cumpars of her when she doesnt knoww i watching, that she will simply be gone.

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