ROSALIE’s POV
Our hotel room smelled like steam and perfume.
Two weeks had passed since Blair and I talked about going to the next Red Moon Ceremony, and now the Ceremony had finally arrived. The small hotel we currently occupied sat on a narrow road that led toward the old temple grounds. It was the kind of place that stayed half-empty most of the year and then overflowed the moment the red moon cycle began.
The lobby had been so crowded when we checked in that Blair had to raise her voice just to get the key cards. Elevators took forever to arrive, but no one complained, the hotel was really sought out during this period and we were lucky to have secured a room.
Arabella stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully pinning the last section of her hair. Blair sat on the edge of
