Lila’s POV
I didn’t tell them.
As I lay in that blood-soaked bed, consciousness swimming back in fits and starts over the hours following the birth, I kept the Moon Goddess’s truth to myself. The knowledge that we wouldn’t actually be hiding here for the full l five years, that her plan had always been different, that the long isolation was a decoy for her brother to chase while she enacted something else entirely.
I should have told Marcus and Joan becaus edeserved to know. But something made me hesitate. Maybe it was exhaustion. Or rather it was fear that speaking it aloud would make it real. Or maybe, deep down, I didn’t fully understand what the goddess’s true plan was yet.
So I stayed silent about the vision, about the revelation that had triggered my early labor. And I focused in
