POV: LUNA
Luna couldn't shut her brain off.
She lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Nova's soft breathing from across the room. The clock glowing 2:47 AM.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw threats. Darius smirking. The creature with burning eyes. That mysterious woman dissolving into smoke. Jasmine's dead sister. The figure in the tree.
And Miguel. Always Miguel. His face b****y in that vision weeks ago. His phone going straight to voicemail. Those texts that didn't sound like him.
Luna rolled over. Pulled the blanket tighter. Forced her eyes closed.
Sleep. She needed sleep. Six days until the challenge. She couldn't fight exhausted.
Slowly, finally, darkness pulled her under.
The transition was strange. One moment she was in her dorm. The next, she stood somewhere else entire
