Elara
The night was heavy, the kind of silence that made every breath sound like thunder in the ears. I stood in front of the wide mirror inside my chamber, my fingers pressed lightly against the glass. My reflection looked back at me, but I hardly saw Seraphina’s soft face it was my own thoughts I was studying. Thoughts dark and sharp, like daggers hidden in silk.
Isabella.
The woman who played her role as Luna with vanity and poison in her heart. The woman who smirked when she thought no one saw, who whispered lies with sugar on her tongue. Dominic’s weakness, Dominic’s shield. And perhaps Dominic’s greatest undoing.
I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. The room smelled faintly of lavender from the burning candle, but underneath it lingered the metallic tang of fear the one t
