Page 95 of Love Sick

Luna closes her eyes, disgusted.

“Luna—”

But she turns her cheek, angered I would strike a deal with the devil.

I knew it was coming, but I don’t regret my decision. And I would make it again if faced with the same choice.

I give Luna some space and leave the room in search of Alanna.

I feel like someone other than me—every part of me aches. My heart is always heavy and I wonder if my body is rejecting the organ which changed every aspect of my life.

Alanna is on her laptop in the greenhouse. She always seems to be in here. I wonder why.

“Hi,” she says, looking up at me over the rims of her black-framed glasses.

“Luna is awake.”

Alanna sighs but eventually gives me a half smile. “That’s good news. I’ll give her some supplements in her IV to help nourish her back to health quicker.”

This conversation is beyond weird. Once upon a time, she tried to kill Luna multiple times, and now, she’s helping her get stronger.

“I was just reading an email from the medical board about the concert. They’d like you to speak briefly about your transplant. They know about the heart memory transfer, so I think they are interested in your experience regarding this.”

I look at Alanna with wide eyes. “You’re fucking joking. I will play the piano and play the best fucking piece of my life, but talking about the transplant? Alanna, that’s insane.”

“I know, but like I mentioned, you’re a medical miracle. There are people from around the world attending.”

I shake my head because she failed to mention all this.

“You promised,” she says softly, and there isn’t a trace of blackmail in her tone.

And I did.

I know what this will do for Alanna’s career. Her name will never be forgotten.

But this makes my plan of getting her help nigh impossible.

“If I do this, do you promise that Luna and I can leave here freely? I will honor my promise to you, but I won’t do that a prisoner.”

“I promise.”

I don’t know how this will work, but I will figure it out once I get this concert out of the way and Luna and I are free.

“Okay, fine.”

She claps happily, and a genuine smile passes over her face.

This is fucking crazy.

“Luna, you shouldn’t be out of bed!” Alanna says, springing from her seat.

When I turn over my shoulder, I see the betrayal reflected in Luna’s eyes.

Alanna is digging through her bag, but Luna shakes her head, hinting she’d rather die than have her help again.

She points to the bandage on her throat, asking how long will her injuries last.

“Your voice will come back in a few days. The scar, however, will take longer to heal. I will change the bandages for you.”

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