Cassie needed air, badly. The palace walls were closing in, after everything that was happening.
She decided to take a stroll round the pack space, hoping a little fresh air would smack some sense back into her.
The market square was buzzing as usual, but then suddenly, something was off.
An old woman sat under this torn, faded tent. The woman’s eyes, milky and blind, still gave Cassie the distinct feeling she was being watched.
“My Luna,” the woman croaked, her voice all papery and weird. “You want to find answers, right?”
Cassie froze.
Cassie stopped, drawn by something she couldn't name. "I'm sorry?"
“The ones that keep you up at night. The holes in your story.” The old lady grinned, her teeth missing. “I can give you the truth. But it’ll cost you.”
Cassie’s skin crawled. “W
