The corridor outside Nate's chambers was empty when Aire walked away. Her footsteps echoed too loudly against the stone floors furiously.
Her breathing, her heartbeat, and the sound of blood rushing inside her ears all felt louder now.
Aire walked quickly at first, fury carrying her forward before the pain fully settled into her body.
The adrenaline began fading.
The sharp burning around her neck worsened immediately.
Aire winced softly.
Her fingers lifted shakily toward her throat. The moment she touched the torn skin there, pain flared through her hard enough to make her suck in a breath.
Blood stained her fingers. She stared at it for one horrible second, then she kept walking.
The guards standing farther down the corridor noticed her immediately.
Their expressions changed the moment they saw the blood running down the front of her dress.
"My Luna—"
