By morning, the three of us had stopped pretending the dreams were coincidence. The same ache haunted us - behind the eyes, in the chest, in the marks that pulsed whenever we drew too close together. The First Luna’s voice lingered just under thought, whispering in fragments that dissolved the moment I tried to listen.
Lilly spread a hand-drawn map across the kitchen table. “There’s something beneath the main hall,” she said. “Old records call it “The Star Chamber.” It’s sealed now, but it matches what we saw-the walls, the sigils.”
James frowned. “Dad’s not going to let us start digging through ancient ruins.”
“Then we don’t tell him,” I said.
We waited until midnight. The packhouse slept, save for the guards pacing the outer grounds. The three of us moved through the corridors like s
