Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 321

Astrid’s POV

As we neared the dungeon, the cold air wrapped around me like a warning, and my steps faltered.

The weight of what I was about to do settled heavily in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I was nervous — no, I was scared. Giselle was down there, the woman who had torn our lives apart, and I had to face her alone.

Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt warm air fanning the side of my face. I blinked and turned, only to find Killian standing so close, his face inches from mine.

His breath was warm on my skin, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just the two of us.

My heart skipped a beat. The closeness, the way he was looking at me—it made me forget, just for a second, about the darkness waiting ahead.

“Astrid,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of concern. “Are you sure about this?”

His eyes searched mine, his brow furrowed with worry, and for a brief moment, I wanted to say no.

I wanted to lean into him, let him shield me from everything. He always had a way of making me feel safe.

“I can come with you,” he added gently, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a spark of warmth through me.

For a moment, I hesitated. His presence was comforting, but I knew I needed to do this alone.

I needed to face Giselle on my own terms, even if part of me was terrified of what I might find.

I shook my head, offering a small smile. “No,” I said softly, trying to steady my voice. “I need to do this by myself.”

Killian held my gaze, his eyes lingering on mine, as if he wanted to argue but couldn’t.

His hand tightened briefly around mine, a promise in his touch. “I’ll be right here,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “If you need me.”

His words were all I needed to find the courage. With one last look into his eyes, I turned toward the dungeon door.

As I stepped forward, I could still feel the warmth of him, the safety his presence gave me.

It lingered, steadying my nerves as I walked into the cold, dark hallway.

This would be the last time I saw Giselle, the last time her poison would taint my life.

The guard unlocked the heavy iron door, its hinges creaking as it swung open.

My eyes fell on Giselle, and I froze. The woman before me was unrecognizable.

The once immaculate and graceful figure who had always held her head high now sat slumped against the stone wall, her appearance disheveled, her body worn and defeated.