BLOOD CRESCENT
FAYE
I was sitting in the lounge that afternoon, legs tucked beneath me, a book resting lightly in my hands.
I’d buried myself in the familiar comfort of words, letting the dry account of battles long past keep me company. History had always been my refuge...cold facts, recorded victories, and defeats.
“Luna Faye!”
I nearly jumped when a cheerful voice rang out behind me. Turning, I found Irene striding toward me, all brightness and effortless grace. She looked like she carried the sun with her. I quickly snapped the book shut and placed it on my lap as she leaned over the back of the couch, peering at me with curious eyes.
“What are you doing here all by yourself?” she asked, her tone playful but touched with genuine curiosity.
“Relaxing,” I replied simply, offeri
