ELAINE.
The gates of Crescent Moon opened for me like they had been waiting all these years.
I stepped out of the car slowly, letting the cool night air brush against my skin. Six years. Six long, calculated years since I had last stood on this ground. The place still smelled the same...
I knew she was here the second my father’s people sent me the gate feed earlier tonight. Candice Miller. The woman who had haunted the edges of my life without ever showing her face until now. The woman whose children carried the bloodline my father had been obsessed with for years.
I knew exactly who she was.
But I wasn’t going to say it. Not yet. Not until I decided how I wanted to use that knowledge.
I walked toward the main entrance with my head held high, heels clicking sharply against the stone
