Fear didn’t scream, it whispered. Selene stood in the dim light of her chamber, staring at her reflection as a perfect and composed Luna, but beneath the surface, cracks, tiny at first, barely visible but now spreading. Her fingers tightened against the edge of the table “She’s back,” she whispered. The words still didn’t feel real; they felt like something pulled from a nightmare.
A story that should have ended long ago, but Lyra hadn’t stayed dead, and that changed everything. Selene turned sharply, pacing the room. Her thoughts moved faster now, sharper and uncontrolled because Kael remembered, enough to question, enough to doubt and enough to look at Lyra. No, not Lyra, it’s Aria now, and Kael looks at her differently, and that was dangerous.
Because once Kael started questioning, h
