Fern
For the first time since arriving at Blackmoor, I forget to be careful.
Mara and I sit tucked into a sunny corner of the Luna office, plates half-eaten between us, the windows thrown open to let in the breeze. It feels… ordinary. Comfortable. The kind of moment I never used to let myself have.
"And then Wesley tried to dance," Mara says, snorting into her cup. "I swear the entire Solstice Ball nearly stopped out of sheer shock."
I laugh, the sound surprising even me. "I don't believe you."
"You should. He has rhythm," she insists, wiggling her shoulders. "Just… not the kind anyone expects."
I shake my head, smiling. "I've never been to a Solstice Ball."
Mara's eyes widen. "Never?"
I shrug. "I usually worked them."
Her expression flickers. I can see her ang
