|Luna Moore|
Cold.
That's the first thing I register. A biting, unnatural chill that seeps into my bones, making my limbs feel heavier than they should.
The second thing I notice is the silence.
No crashing waves. No distant hum of the city. Just the eerie quiet of a place built to keep its secrets.
I force my eyes open.
White walls. White floors. A single metal door.
A cell.
I try to sit up, but my body feels sluggish, like I've been drugged. My head throbs, and when I reach up, I feel a small puncture wound at the base of my neck.
A sedative.
They must have dosed me when I went down.
I exhale shakily, forcing my thoughts into order. Where's Aurelia?
A sound to my right—a quiet, shuddering breath.
I turn my head too fast, dizziness slamming into me, but I don't care. Because
