Luna
The healing ward felt like a prison. Sunlight streamed through the windows, mocking my growing despair. It had been two days since Kane left me after our mysterious conversation about the tattoo, two days of waiting, wondering, hoping.
"Luna," Kyla's voice broke through my thoughts, "have you heard the rumors?"
I turned, seeing my friend's face etched with concern. Something in her tone made my heart drop. "What rumors?"
She hesitated, fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. "About Kane's ceremony. With Dalia. They're saying it's happening in three days."
The world stopped.
Three days.
The crystal at my throat pulsed, a warning. A reminder. But of what?
"No," I whispered. "That can't be true."
Kyla's hand touched mine. "I'm so sorry. The entire palace is talking about it. The
