Luna woke to the sound of rain against her windows and the unfamiliar sensation of anticipation rather than dread. For the first time in months, she'd slept through the night without nightmares—no dreams of Damien's hands on her throat, no phantom sounds of his key in a lock that no longer existed.

She stretched languidly in the Egyptian cotton sheets, allowing herself a moment to savor the feeling of safety. Yesterday felt like a lifetime ago—the confrontation at the park, Damien's ...