Helen POV
I leaned over the bar when I had successfully exhausted myself. Everything was numb and hot and tingly. Randy was handling his liquor way better, off to the corner of the decrepit bar where he was running a game of pool.
I asked for another, and if not for my title as the new Luna, I don’t think he would have obliged.
I sipped steadily on my drink, testing my legs as they felt tired and weak and useless under my weight. Downing half my next drink, I finally felt good for the first time in a while.
No cell, no furious mate—just me.
I stalked outside, the sun setting in the far distance but it still had maybe two hours left to go before darkness would strike. I took a walk towards the sun, entranced with the orange and fiery qualities of it in the beautiful horizon.
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