#Chapter 190: War

Hannah I returned home that night feeling lighter than air, unable to hide the small smile playing on my lips. The Luna Council meeting had gone better—so much better—than I could have hoped. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I had a new purpose, a new step in the right direction. The shackles binding me to this marriage and this house suddenly felt lighter, like I could slip out of them at any moment. But my smile faded as soon as I walked into the dining room. Noah was sitting at the head of the table with a fork in hand and an expectant look on his face. The sight of him brought me crashing back to reality, reminding me of the cage I was still trapped in—for now, at least. “Welcome home,” he said, gesturing to the seat across from him. “I made dinner. Join me?” I hesitated, torn between my desire to retreat to my room and the tantalizing smell wafting from the plates on the table. The aroma of herbs and roasted vegetables filled the air,