Nova’s POV
The room was too quiet.
I lay on the Luna’s bed, fingers tracing idle shapes against the embroidered silk sheet. Every inch of this room reeked of Aurora—so pristine, so polished, so nauseating.
But not for long.
My eyes flicked to the door when I heard the faint, muffled conversation just outside. Then came the sound I’d been waiting for: footsteps. Three sets. And then the click of the door closing again.
Gone.
I sat up quickly, ears sharp.
“They’ve been called to the kitchens,” I whispered to myself with a victorious smile. “Finally.”
The Luna’s precious watchdogs wouldn’t be back for at least a few minutes. I didn’t have much time—but I had enough.
I slipped from the bed and made my way across the room, my silk skirts swishing faintly. My gaze landed on the ornate a
