“When will I be given what I was promised?” I watched as Alma, the woman Rafael was going to make his Luna, stepped into the clearing. She was angry, shaking her finger in front of the rogue's face.
“You were merely a pawn.” He said to her as he reached out and snapped her neck. I gasped in horror as I watched her body hit the ground. Geneviève stepped up to the slab I was laid out on.
“Are you comfortable?” She chuckled darkly. I said nothing, I refused to even look at her. She tilted her face up. I followed her line of vision, focusing on the full moon at the highest point in the sky.
“It’s time.” She told the rogue, he nodded his head in response. Geneviève pulled out a long, hooked blade. It was pure white, like it was carved from ivory. The hilt was silver with intricate carvings a
