The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307

Ella’s POV

I rubbed my eyes and yawned as I closed yet another useless book on ancient bloodline afflictions. Nothing. I’d found absolutely nothing of use, just like every other night this week.

Liam was running out of time, and I was no closer to finding a cure than I’d been when I started this futile search. Maybe Lilith was right. Maybe there was no cure. Maybe I’d been wasting precious hours I could have been spending with my dying friend.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed when I found that it was nearly midnight. I needed to get some sleep -the ceremony was tomorrow night, and even though I wasn’t winning, I still had to attend and watch Alexander officially choose Anya as his Luna.

The thought made my chest ache in that way that was quickly becoming all too familiar, but I shoved it down. I’d had plenty of time to get used to this new reality of mine. Anya was going to be his Luna, and I could never tell either of them the truth.

I gathered up the books and returned them to their proper shelves, then made my way back to my room through the darkened corridors. Most of the household was asleep by now–which was precisely why I froze, eyes going wide upon discovering that someone had been in my room.

The beautiful blue cocktail dress I was supposed to wear tomorrow night was in pieces. No, not just pieces, but tatters. Shredded fabric covered my bed and floor, the embroidered bodice was completely torn apart, and upon flinging open the closet to look at the rest of the damage, I found nothing but ribbons dangling from the hanger.

Without thinking, I turned and ran down the hallway to Anya’s room. I pounded on her door until she answered, bleary–eyed and wearing her nightgown. A pang of regret struck me for waking her up at this hour, but what was I to do?

“Stella? What’s wrong?”

“Someone destroyed my dress,” I said, holding up a scrap of the fabric. “The one for tomorrow night. It’s completely ruined.”

Anya’s eyes went wide. “What? Who would do that?”

“I don’t know.” It could have been anyone; after the recent rumors, it would be no wonder that I’d have multiple enemies. Other disgruntled contestants who wanted to win the Luna Trial. Little did they know that I wasn’t even winning.

“Come on.” Anya grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall toward my room. “Show me the dress.”

We hurried back to my room, where Anya knelt down and examined the shredded fabric carefully. She picked up piece after piece, turning them over in her hands, studying the cuts.

“This is too damaged to fix,” she said with a sigh, tossing a handful of scraps into the trash bin. “I’ll have to make you a whole new dress.”

“Make me one?” I asked. “Anya, the event is tomorrow. I can just borrow one from someone else, or wear my

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uniform.”

“Uh–uh. I don’t think so.” Anya looked more determined than I had perhaps ever seen her. “Whoever did this was clearly trying to send you a message. Well, we’ll send a message back: no vindictive, angry person will ever get to watch you suffer.” She puffed her chest out. “I’m going to make you the best damn dress you’ve ever worn. Something to rival the beautiful Luna Ella herself.”

I blinked, completely at a loss for words. But it didn’t matter what I was going to say, because Anya was already moving.

Within half an hour, my room had transformed into a makeshift sewing workshop. Five other Omega servants had heard what had happened and had shown up, some still in their nightgowns, carrying armfuls of fabric scraps, old dresses they never wore anymore, ribbons, buttons, and various sewing supplies.