Chapter 47 Don't Look Down
- Luna’s POV
- The sky outside had turned the color of wet ash—neither day nor night, just... waiting.
- I sat on the edge of the bed, Leo’s blanket wrapped tightly around my shoulders. The scent of him clung to the fibers—paint, cedarwood, safety—and I held onto it like a lifeline. My fingers clenched my phone, the screen still glowing faintly. I’d read the message five times already.