LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV

When I heard the door open, I didn’t turn around. I just sat still at the edge of the bed.

I’d left the note Esmeralda gave me folded on the dresser, tucked under a loose book—out of sight. But not out of mind.

The door clicked shut.

I heard him walk in.

My skin prickled as his scent rolled over me. Still fresh—mint and smoke—but tonight, it carried something else. Regret, maybe.

Exhaustion. I couldn’t bring myself to look until I felt him ...