Chapter 39 The Queen No One Choose

• Luna's pov
• The streets whispered his name. Even in his absence, Dante lingered like smoke in the air—unseen, but always there. Every turn I made, every conversation I had, it circled back to him. His allies wanted direction. His enemies wanted blood. And me? I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore.
• I stood on the balcony of my apartment, watching the rain soak the city. The streets glistened under the streetlights like they were weeping with me. Adrian slept in the next room, safe for now. That was all that mattered, right? But the silence around me felt like a lie. Peace had never been meant for someone like me.