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The sickened luna’s last chance

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Chapter 112

Chapter 112

All the while, the exhaustion grew more and more intense by the minute.

| didn’t collapse again, but | certainly felt like | might. My knees were weak, my back sore, my head always

spinning slightly even when | avoided alcohol.

Somehow, though, | managed to stay upright-it only to spite Gabriel.

By the twe made it to the dessert course of the meal portion of the night, | was struggling to keep my eyes

open. My fork felt impossibly heavy as | picked at the chocolate mousse on my plate.

“You look like hell.”

I glanced up to find Sophia standing beside our table with a champagne flute in her hand and that familiar smirk

on her face. Alexander was nowhere to be found-likely rubbing elbows

with pack officials somewhere.

“Excuse me?” | said.

“You look sick,” Sophia said bluntly, taking a seat beside me. “Pale, tired, and honestly...” She leaned in,

dropping her voice to a whisper. “...Bloated. Are you feeling alright? You're not... expecting, are you?”

My fingers tightened around my fork. Was she seriously asking if | was pregnant? As if she hadn't stirred up

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enough trouble already tonight by destroying the one thing that meant the most to me?

“I'm perfectly fine, thanks for asking,” | said, slamming my fork down so hard it rattled the table and made

nearby guests jump. “And maybe next tyou insult another woman's appearance, you should look in the

mirror. That dress isn’t doing you any favors.”

The table aroundwent silent. Sophia’s face went red, and for a moment | thought she might throw her

champagne at me. But we were surrounded by too many important people for her to cause a scene. Instead, she

pushed her chair back with a loud scrape, stood, and stalked away without another word.

Ignoring the stares, | grit my teeth and picked up my fork, shoveling a big bite of mousse into my mouth.

The auction finally ended around eleven o'clock, and I'd never been so grateful to see an event conclude. My

feet were screaming in these heels, my head was pounding, and all | wanted was to go hand collapse into

bed.

When we finally pulled into our driveway, | was practically holding my eyes open with toothpicks. But as we

made our way up the grand staircase, Liam stepped out from the parlor.

“Alexander,” he called out. “Can | speak with you for a moment?”

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Alexander glanced at me, then back at Liam. “Of course. Ella, you go ahead. I'll be up shortly.”

As if | was going to wait for him.

With a nod, | trudged upstairs to our bedroom, my feet aching with every step. The first thing | did was kick off

those torturous heels, then | scrubbed off the fake mark in the bathroom mirror until my skin was red and raw

again.

The face staring back atindeed looked haggard. | hated to admit it, but Sophia hadn’t been wrong about the

pale, sickly look. I looked like | was wasting away, which | supposed | was.

| sighed, pushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. The cherry blossom bracelet glinted on my wrist as | moved,

and | felt my stupid fucking heart do that thing again.

For a moment, just a moment, | wanted to believe that Alexander had purchased the gift forbecause he

cared. Not because he had an outside agenda.

But I quickly slammed that thought out of my mind, because it was bullshit. Alexander would never go that far.

He didn’t truly care about anything except his image and his campaign.

“No,” | hissed, almost scolding myself as | hastily reached for the clasp. “He doesn’t care-"

Before | could unclasp the bracelet, it happened again.

Only this time, there was no one to catch me.

The room tilted sideways, then upside down, then rightside up again. Spinning, spinning, spinning. Nausea roiled

throughlike a riptide and before | even had a chance to gasp, | was crashing against the floor.

The cold tiles slammed into my head, and in that moment of blinding white pain, the cherry blossom bracelet

glinted past my vision.

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