Sara’s pov
I started to get back to my abode as the wind flapped my cloak behind me.
My feet made loud thumps on the ground. Not because I was tired but because I had too much in my head. That mark on Selene’s neck… it plagued me. I know I’d seen it somewhere before.
I opened the wooden door and stepped into a room filled with herbs and dried flowers’ smell. Books were scattered across a table, bottles of various sizes lined up neatly beside those books and to the corner of the room, my maid was sweeping the floor with a broom in her hands. She looked up when she heard me coming in.
“Welcome back, Miss Sara,” she said softly.
I waved my hand at her. “No need to bow. I’m not the moon goddess.”
She smiled a little and kept sweeping. I went over to the chair by the fire and sat down. My
