The Moonlit Banquet. The words echoed inside my head long after the attendant had left my room.
I remained seated on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the moonlight spilling across the marble floor.
It didn’t feel like an invitation at all. It felt more like an order to join a gathering of nobles in silk clothes.
Bey stirred in me, stating, “You are nervous.” “I think I have every right to be,” I replied.
“Good”
I frowned. “Good?”
“Well, a good amount of fear keeps a prey alive; having a sense of danger is important.”
“Well, news flash, Bey, I am trying very hard not to be a prey”
“Then stop thinking like one.”
It was easy for Bey to give advice. She had claws to protect herself. What did I have to shield me from all those judgmental eyes? Maybe just confidence.
A knock inte
