Misty
“Do not speak to anyone,” Orion says as we walk through empty, entirely too quiet halls. “Do not look any of them in the eyes, and do not, under any circumstances, use your powers. Any of them.”
My grip on the crook of his arm tightens as soft, slightly off-key music starts to sound through the hall, mingling with our footsteps.
“Them, as in, Richard and the order?”
“No,” he replies, his voice like gravel. We turn a sharp corner, and the grand foyer erupts into view–undecorated and cold… and full of green eyed members of this court, this castle.
Maids and servants. Alphas, and their Lunas. High ranking warriors and commanders.
They funnel into the ballroom as if in a trance, their eyes glowing green and bodies covered in open, bleeding symbols.
My stomach pitches and turns
