New Room.

Dominick's POV

"Dominick?" Luna called.

Relief flooded through me as I quickly got off the chair and went to the bed, sitting on the edge.

"Luna, are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, sitting up slowly. "I'm fine. What happened?"

"You collapsed," I simply stated, not wanting to scare her.

She took a deep breath, processing the information. "I... remember now. I shot that man," she mumbled under her breath.

I nodded. "Yes, you saved me," I said, grateful for that.

Her eyes lightened up. "I'm glad I did... even though it felt weird."

"Really? You've never shot anyone before, have you?" I asked, curious.

"I... don't know," Luna admitted, her brow furrowed in thought. "Sometimes it feels like I have, but I don't remember. I just know I hate violence so much."

"Well, one thing is for sure, you were very brave," I told her.

"Thank you, Dominick," Luna replied.

"What about that man?" she asked.