The Vengeful Return Of His Unwanted Luna

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the green liquid swirl. Cameron's lips were chapped and dry from

me. There was no pity in my hea

o his skin, forcing his mouth open. It was a rough, ungentle movement, a

low sound of protest, and t

g his shoulder firmly into the

tilted t

s Moonpetal Extract gushed out. A few drops might have made it into his mouth, but most of

skin made him jolt, a full-body twitch of shock. The therma

a deep, racking sound that shook his entire frame. His flushed f

poked his head in, his face alarme

. I dropped the now-empty vial onto the bedside table and gra

nufactured tears. "My hands... I'm just so weak...

inefficient. I deliberately pressed down on his heaving c

. "It's alright, my lady, it's alright. A little is all it takes

d, pretending to lose my balance, and Martha, who had

ning heavily against her. "I shouldn't be

shooing us toward the door. "Go rest, Lun

y hand, its fabric saturated with the wasted medicine and Camero

heavy doors closing behind us, muffling

ry, I straightened up. The weakness vanished from

rridor. I held the handkerchief by a single corner, as

e someone take that entire bin to the incinerato

andkerchief needed to be destroyed, but she knew better than to qu

oment longer. It felt good,

amount of soap into my palm, and began to scrub my hands. I washed them again and again, the water

mirror. My hair was slightly disheveled from the p

ed his weakness and cemented my publi

private notebook. Next to Camero

e and purple. The manor's lights began to flicker on, one by one.

the first time since my rebirth, with the bond's influence active