Chapter 63: Anastasia

The door of the study shuts out the rest of the house, but it does nothing to calm the noise inside my head.

The housekeeper walks in quietly, carrying a silver tray with a bowl of warm water, clean white cloths, and a bottle of antiseptic. She sets it on the low table near the sofa without speaking a word, gives me a small, worried look, and slips back out.

On the couch, Luna and Leo are tucked under the wool blanket. Luna’s head is resting against Leo’s shoulder. Her breathing has finally slowed down, her eyelashes still wet with tears. Leo’s arm is locked tightly around...