Chapter 3

3.

Two more days passed, and the rescue operation was winding down.

The injured were being moved to various hospitals.

Reconstruction efforts were already beginning.

I stayed at my post, going wherever help was needed.

Wyatt couldn't convince me to stop. Finally, he gave up.

"I can't handle you. I'm calling the only person who can!" he snapped before storming off.

I thought he was going to get the team captain.

But a while later, Luna showed up, looking frantic.

"Finn! Why haven't you been picking up my calls? Why aren't you resting!"

She grabbed me, her eyes red. "Finn Fletcher, do you have any idea how worried I was? Can you please have some responsibility and stop making people worry about you!"

"Enough!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I wrenched my hand out of her grip.

"Luna, look at yourself in a mirror. Look at how flushed your face is!"

"You still have that scent on you. Do I really need to spell out what you've been doing?"

Luna's eyes darted away. Her face turned ghost-white.

People nearby were starting to stare because of my raised voice, but I didn't care.

"Luna, I didn't want to humiliate you, but please stop being so fake!"

"It's making me sick to my stomach!"

Seeing that I wasn't going to give her any face, Luna burst into tears.

"Finn, how can you be so cruel? I came here because I'm genuinely worried about you, and you're just going to scream at me?"

She looked so fragile and victimized. Anyone watching would think I was the one mistreating her.

The air felt thin. Between the dust and Luna's non-stop sobbing, I felt like I was suffocating.

I pulled off my mask and walked away without another word.