Chapter 8. Luna in the lake

NOX’S POV

I stared out the window, the fading sunlight casting long shadows across the grounds. The scar on her chin, I'd noticed, wasn't as fresh as I'd first thought. It was an old wound. With the grime and blood washed away, she looked almost fragile. Hard to believe she was the same woman who'd taken a guard's eye and killed another.

The sound of rustling fabric broke my reflection. Hunter was dressing behind me, his reflection ghostly in the glass.

"You look oddly entertained,” Hunter said as if mocking me. “How long are you planning to keep it up?”

I ignored him, humming to myself. I wonder why the bastard didn't die.

“Will you let her stay another night in the cell?" He asked.

I didn't turn, keeping my gaze planted on the horizon. "She can survive more than a night there," I mused. "Perhaps she'll have a little surprise for me when she's finally out."

Hunter continued dressing, buttons clicking softly. "I'd like to see her," he said, an edge to his voice.