Chapter 40 The Selfishness Of Draco Riordan

• Luna’s heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade at Draco’s words. Her throat felt like she was swallowing a thousand needles. It wasn’t just her heart that hurt—her whole body ached. Her eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to spill over at any second.
• Luna’s body shook with a pain she had never felt before in her life. She wanted to scream as loud as she could, the agony after hearing Draco’s confession almost unbearable. She had never experienced a wound like this. She’d been slapped by her aunt, she’d gone hungry when her aunt refused to feed her.
• But the suffering her aunt inflicted on her was nothing compared to the pain she felt now. She felt like glass—cracked, fragile, and barely holding together. Luna’s legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed. Fortunately, the very man who had wounded her was still holding her. If not, she would have fallen to the floor. Right now, Luna felt like she didn’t want to breathe anymore.