Kyria
Lassy walked beside me, unusually silent for someone who could talk the moon out of the sky. Even Becky’s shoulders were tense as we moved past the courtyard, our footsteps echoing off the marble tiles.
“He hasn't slept,” Lassy whispered, not really talking to me but to Becky. “He didn’t even eat the meal you left yesterday. I found a broken glass in the kitchen just now.”
“He called off the meeting again, seeing Thane is here. When is Lunation?” She raised her eyes up like she was trying to remember something.
I blinked. “What’s happening?” I looked from Becky to Lassy.
She just shook her head, lips pressed tightly together.
Inside, the house looked the same — spacious, elegant, dimly lit by the afternoon sun filtering through tall windows — but the air felt … off. Like a sto
