Chapter 67 Sixty Seven

• ARIEL’S POV
• “Where did you run off to last night, sister ?” she asked, loud enough for the nearby guests to hear, lips curling at the edges. “You vanished, didn’t you? Everyone was talking about it. That’s not very Luna-like, is it?”
• I swallowed hard, fists balling. The memory rushed into me — the drink, the rush of heat, the stranger’s hands, the fight to stay awake, Maya’s face when she left the bathroom, calm as anything. She had planned it. She had wanted me to be found used, broken. Rage burned behind my ribs.