Hannah I pushed open the door to the apothecary, the little bell above tinkling against the glass as I stepped inside. The familiar scent of dried herbs and crushed botanicals filled my nostrils, somehow both soothing and making my stomach twist with anxiety. “Good morning,” the elderly man behi

“Mind your own business, bi—” The man’s eyes widened as he finally registered who I was. “L-Luna Hannah,” he stammered, some of that drunken bravado fading. “I, uh—” “You’re going to apologize to my friend here,” I cut him off sharply. “And then you’re going to go sleep it off before I have you th

Hannah My hands trembled as I gripped the sleek leather of Drake’s jacket, the low rumble of the motorcycle’s engine vibrating up through the soles of my boots. Up close like this, straddling the seat behind him, the machine seemed even more intimidating. And precarious. “You settled in back t

Hannah I found myself in a dark room—my room. No; my bathroom. I couldn’t see it, but I could recognize the smell, the feeling of the cool marble tiles under my hips, the hot steam rising into the air. Somewhere, the shower was running. But it didn’t matter. I was dying. “I gave you another chan

Hannah By the time I stepped out onto the manicured grounds behind the main house, the festivities were already in full swing. Lively music filled the air, a folk band playing on a small stage erected near the gardens. The scents of roasting meats and fresh-baked pastries wafted through the crisp