Sapphire’s Pov
I didn’t bother to bunch up the light robe I wore as it billowed in the spring air filtering in through the windows. It would rain at a point today, I was certain of it, and it was about time. Planting had to begin again, and the heat had gone on for long enough.
I caught a glimpse of the moon as I pushed open the heavy doors to Alberto’s private chambers. It was bright and iridescent in all its fullness. I prayed it was a sign of favor from the Moon Goddess for the mission I was about to embark on.
The smell of cinnamon and sandalwood hit me immediately—a scent that felt like home some hours ago, but tonight, it was heavy with the stench of exhaustion.
I glanced around and spotted Alberto standing by the balcony, his back to me. He wasn't wearing his ceremonial tunic a
