Chapter 366

I turned to go upstairs and pack, but paused at the foot of the staircase. My fingers curled around the banister, my arm trembling. “I died and came back for you,” I said softly, my voice breaking. “Now I see it was a waste.”

Noah shrugged, unmoved. “There’s a car waiting to take you to Silvermoon,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Thirty minutes to pack and get out.”

Choking back a sob, I rushed upstairs to the bedroom—his bedroom. I threw open the closet, grabbing a duffel bag and shoving in whatever clothes I could. My hands shook so badly I could barely zip it closed.

For a moment, I paused, looking at the pink dress he’d torn from me last night. I gritted my teeth, remembering the clearing, the hiked-up fabric, the humiliation. It had all been an act. A cruel humiliation. Shuddering, I shredded the dress.

Downstairs, with a minute to spare, Noah waited, arms folded, indifferent to his actions, to his treatment of me. “Go to hell,” I hissed, shoving past him.

As I reached the doorknob, his hand closed around my wrist. “Hannah, wait—”

I turned, startled, ready to bite, but froze. His eyes were wide, almost pleading. Through our Mindlink, I heard him clearly: “I love you. Only you. I promise.”

Stunned, I pulled back, searching his face. “Noah, what’s happening…?” Hope fluttered in my chest.

But the tenderness vanished. Hatred clouded his eyes; a sneer twisted his lip. He laughed, a jeering, mocking laugh. “Goddess, you really are an idiot,” he spat, releasing my wrist.

The burgeoning hope withered. Something inside me snapped. “Fuck you.” I slapped him across the face with all my strength. The sound echoed like a gunshot.

He stumbled back, falling against the table, sending a vase and divorce papers flying. He gasped, clutching his reddening face.

I didn’t wait. I grabbed my bag and stormed out, slamming the door.

Outside, the cool night air touched my tear-stained cheeks. A black car waited. The driver, expression neutral, opened the rear door.

“Luna,” he said, inclining his head.

I almost corrected him. I wasn’t Luna anymore. But I couldn’t speak. I feared I’d collapse.

I shoved my bag into his hands and got in, slamming the door. My body trembled as he loaded my bag. I buckled my seatbelt, rage, confusion, fear, hurt, and humiliation washing over me.

It had all been an act. Noah was right; I was a fool. A goddamn fool.

As the car pulled away, I saw the front door open. A tall figure emerged, green eyes glowing. I thought I saw Noah call out, but I looked away, telling the driver to go. I wouldn’t fall for his tricks again.

The facade of my former home faded into the night. The full moon slipped behind a cloud, and the forest went dark.