“If this is for Zion’s sake, show me the way, Luna.” Arwen’s voice was hoarse, yet firm. Her fists clenched tight, as if that alone could hold back the storm raging inside her chest.
Luna Heather’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across them—whether at Arwen’s bravery, or perhaps her foolishness.
“Do you realize what you just said, Arwen?”
“I do.” Arwen lowered her head, her shoulders trembling faintly. “If my leaving can shorten this war, then let me step out of Zion’s life. I can’t bear to see him wounded any further.”
Luna Heather’s gaze softened, though her lips stayed pressed together. For a moment, she only drew in a long breath before her pale fingers reached out and grasped Arwen’s arm.
“Come with me. Don’t look back.”
Arwen nodded, though every step in her heart felt like b
