68. (Lexi POV)

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my makeup brush poised in the air as my eyes caught the glimmer of my Luna mark. Nestled on my neck, the crescent moon was perfectly healed now, its curves as elegant as fine calligraphy. Staring at it, a sense of purpose washed over me, anchoring me to the present moment.

I resumed applying my eyeliner, my thoughts drifting to the horrifying stories Luke and his brother endured. Those dark memories cast a shadow that eerily mirrored my own past after my father died. The weight of those years felt isolating, but the difference was, Luke and his brother had each other. I never had a sibling to lean on.

Exiting the bathroom, the sight that met me in the bedroom startled me. Luke stood there, leaning into the open safe. "Luke, what exactly are you up to?" My tone hinted at suspicion and concern, the words laced with an urgent need for clarity.

Like a deer frozen in headlights, he looked caught, stuttering before finally speaking. "Lexi, Trevor's