Aurora sat deep in thought, her fingers lightly tapping against the armrest of the couch.
She had taken a huge risk today—alerting her squad without being completely sure how they would react seeing her alive.
Luna knew that these people loved her and what must have gone through them when they saw her dead.
Even if she loved them, she had once wanted to run free from the shackles of the underworld or the life she led.
It was no place for family and love. Death and betrayal were always lurking around the corner.
Now, even though she was in a different body and not directly linked to the underworld, she knew better than to fall into the illusion of safety.
She needed power and money, and that could only come if she continued the legacy of Luna.
She had seen how the weak Aurora was tortured, humiliated, and crushed like a mere insect.
No one had spared her, not family, not so-called friends, no one. The pain and loneliness that Aurora suffered were now branded into her soul.
