"Take care of her," I whispered. "Both of you take care of each other."
"Sera, no. Don't you dare."
But the darkness pulled me under.
I'd conquered death once before.
This time, I wasn't sure I had the strength.
Meanwhile, at Crescent Moon, Luna's eyes tracked the ceiling as if seeing things no one else could.
Elena held her, marveling at how such a tiny being could radiate so much power.
"What are you, little one?" she whispered.
Luna's silver eyes shifted to her, and Elena would swear later that the baby smiled.
Then Luna began to glow.
"Dr. Moira!" Elena called urgently.
The doctor rushed over, then stopped, staring. "What... how is she doing that?"
Silver light poured from the infant, gentle but pervasive. It spread through the medical wing, touching every wounded warrior.
