Desiree’s POV
The bells didn't stop ringing, they just continue to ring over and over again. I looked at Desiree, whose face had gone as white as the snow outside the window. I could see her hands trembling where they rested on her stomach, and I felt a surge of protectiveness so strong it made my own blood feel hot.
“Stay with Eloise,” I told her, in a form voice. “Zachary, Grayson—stay with them. I’m going to the gate.”
“No,” Desiree said, with her small voice. She stood up, her legs looking a bit shaky. “I’m not staying behind while everything falls apart. If this is about Eloise, I need to be there.”
I wanted to argue, to scoop her up and hide her in the safest corner of the castle, but the look in her eyes told me it was no use. She was the Luna, and she wasn't going to hide.
