The door clicked shut, trapping the smell of Trevor's cologne in my room. My heart hammered against my ribs. He was here. Inside the manor. Smiling like he owned the place. Like he still owned me.
A sharp knock made me jump. Liam stood there, his face all business. "Luna," he said, his voice low. "It's time."
I followed him out, my legs feeling like wood. The noise from downstairs grew louder—a hundred conversations, the clink of glasses, the sound of my judgment day.
I stopped at the top of the stairs. The ballroom was a sea of glitter and silk. I saw Selene's sharp red smile. And then I saw Billy, peeking out from behind Clara, his little face full of wonder.
That was all it took.
I placed my hand on the banister and walked down. The room got quiet. All I could hear was my dress whispering and my own heart. I kept my eyes on my son.
