Chapter 24 Alone, Again
- Luna’s POV
- The loft was quiet, the kind of silence that crept into your bones and made your thoughts louder than they should be. The old radiator hissed in the corner like it was trying to stay alive, and the only other sound was the rough scratch of my brush dragging across canvas. My hand trembled, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Each stroke bled with something I didn’t have the strength to say out loud.
- Nico’s face took shape in the paint—unintentionally at first. The angles of his jaw, the smirk he wore when he was hiding something. His eyes, dark and watchful, the kind of gaze that always made you feel like he knew the end of the story before it even started. I could hear him still. His laugh. The way he used to hum when he was focused. The warning in his voice the last time we spoke.