Josie
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
I turned to Marcy, eyes wide, heart hammering like a drum. "Why the hell would you stop me from tearing that letter?!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the room before I could even think about lowering it. "That's none of your business, Marcy!"
We stared at each other, two women standing in the thick tension that filled the air. Her mouth pressed into a thin line, and I saw the exact second she bit back the thing she wanted to say. Finally, it was Marcy who looked away first.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, her voice low. "I stepped out of line. You're the Next Luna, after all. I should've remembered my place." Her tone was clipped, cold in a way that Marcy's voice had never been with me before.
That hit me harder than it should have. My anger simmered, confusion lacing through it like poison. I blinked, suddenly unsure. "Wait… Marcy," I started, reaching out instinctively to grab her hand. "I didn't mean to snap like that, I just—"
