The black moon?
How was it dangerous?
Perhaps she should have accepted Rhys Seiymour's offer to stay in Sioggard even after the council was over?
But for how long, and was she really willing to believe in a dream?
If then it had been a dream.
Yet it couldn't have been anything else, even though it had been so vivid and tangent that it had terrified her, even in her unconsciousness.
An illusion, a mere illusion, it couldn't have been anything else, Arabella knew it, she was convinced of it and yet…in her heart she knew it wasn't true.
She couldn't explain herself or understand how or why and yet she knew it and that awareness was tormenting her with the same intensity as the now almost blurred memory of a pair of black eyes.
Sighing wearily, Arabella shook her head trying to get rid
