Chapitre 82: Ava: Hospital, Again

Vanessa looks at me with confusion etched on her face. I'd laugh a little, except I'm a little too worried about her calling me by a title I shouldn't have.

"You're… not our Luna?" she asks, in this careful way that makes me think she's been told the exact opposite.

Has Lucas been spreading the word that I'm his Luna? Because that seems a little presumptuous. No, not a little; a lot presumptuous.

It's hard to be too angry when he risked his life to save me, but it's not impossible, so I seethe a little on the inside, shaking my head.

There's a ringing in my ears and an increase in the throbbing ache of my face when I do, so I stop, holding up a hand instead. "No. No, I'm not."

Vanessa's gaze goes from the top of my head, down my body, and eventually to the side of my neck, despite it being covered in bandages. Her brow furrows as she considers my words.