Her so-called mother had called yesterday, and Luna knew it wasn't out of concern. She would never reach out unless she had an ulterior motive.
Luna's fingers tapped idly against the armrest as she pondered. What were they plotting now? And more importantly, how were they planning to use Grandma against her?
She could ignore it. After all, she wasn't the original Aurora. The weak, forgotten girl who once craved their love no longer existed. But something deep inside tugged at her, refusing to let go.
Perhaps it was the remnants of Aurora's memories, the lingering emotions of a girl who had once longed for acceptance. Or maybe it was something more.
Her grandmother.
The only person who had ever shown Aurora kindness in her whole lifetime, even if Luna had taken over this body, she couldn't deny the weight of that bond. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was duty. Or maybe, just maybe, it was a way to honor the girl who had given her a second chance.
