The Unbound Luna

For the next two days, Yuna was quiet.

She took her medicine on schedule, followed the healer's instructions, and didn't ask Damon a single question.

When Damon came, he didn't bring up Vera like he used to. He simply stood at the edge of the bed, watching her in silence for a long time.

"I heard you've been very well-behaved these past couple of days," he finally said.

Yuna didn't respond.

Damon stared at her, trying to read something in her face. But she was so calm that not a flicker of emotion crossed her features. It made him restless in a way he couldn't explain.

He frowned and said, "Yuna, how long are you going to keep this up?"

She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. "I'm not keeping anything up."

Even arguing with him felt like a waste of energy now.

Damon felt the tight pressure of frustration in his chest. After a few moments, he finally said, "Tonight's Vera's birthday. She wants to have dinner with you to clear the air. I already agreed."

Yuna's chest tightened at the irony. She was still lying in the healing room, raw from losing her child, and he came to tell her to go celebrate Vera's birthday.

"I'm not going."

Damon's expression darkened. "This isn't a request. It's an order."

Yuna looked at him and let out a small, quiet laugh.

Damon's chest tightened at the sound, and he opened his mouth to speak, but a gentle voice came from outside the door.

"Damon, don't push her like that."

Vera leaned against the doorframe, her face pale and looking fragile.

"Ms. Yuna, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not trying to take anything from you. I just can't see us going on like this forever. If you're willing to come, I'd be grateful. If not, I won't blame you."

Damon immediately reached out and steadied her, his voice softening. "You're supposed to be resting. Why are you here?"

Vera leaned against his side, tilting her head up with a small smile. "I was afraid you two would start arguing again."

That familiar, dependent posture made Yuna's chest ache and her eyes burn.

But this time, she didn't react.

She simply looked down and flatly said, "Are you done? If so, go. I want to rest."

She probably expected Yuna to lash out, to lose control, to spiral into a jealous rage over Damon's attention. But Yuna was terrifyingly calm, which threw her completely off.

Damon's chest tightened with irritation at Yuna's coldness.

"Yuna, don't be ungrateful," he said, his voice sharp and icy. "Vera has already backed down this far."

Yuna finally lifted her gaze to meet his, her voice barely more than a sigh.

"Damon, does it even matter to you whether I'm grateful or not?"

That single sentence froze Damon on the spot.

The room fell silent. Vera was the first to give in, her voice soft. "Enough. Ms. Yuna isn't feeling well. We shouldn't disturb her rest."

After she spoke, she gently took Damon's hand like a silent reassurance.

He said nothing, just cast Yuna one last glance before leaving with Vera.

Once the door closed, Yuna slowly let her eyes drift shut.

She knew that after tomorrow night, it would all be over.

However, she didn't expect a new torment to arrive before the potion even got there.