Luna POV
The ceiling fell in slow motion, a cathedral of plaster and beam and century-old timber collapsing into the library like the fist of an angry god. I threw myself over Hope, curling my body around her small, warm weight, and felt the air explode from my lungs as the impact shook the floor. Dust filled my mouth, my eyes, the space between heartbeats. For a moment, the world was nothing but noise and darkness and the taste of ancient stone.
"Luna!" Mason's voice cut through the roar, rough and desperate. I felt his hand close around my ankle, pulling, guiding. I scrambled to my knees, clutching Hope against my chest, and reached for Wendy with my free hand. She was there, trembling but silent, her small fingers finding mine with the desperate strength of a child who had already lea
