Zara’s POV
No one spoke.
Not Greyson.
Not Davon.
Not even Kael, who usually seemed born with something irritatingly cryptic to say.
The fire in Greyson’s chambers crackled between us, throwing shadows across stone walls and tired faces. Outside, I could hear distant hammering as warriors repaired damage from the battle.
Inside, something far more dangerous was breaking.
Silence.
I folded my arms.
“Well?”
Davon cleared his throat.
“Technically, you asked three people. Perhaps assign turns.”
“Davon.”
“Yes, my Luna. Silent now.”
Greyson’s jaw was locked so tightly I thought his teeth might crack.
Kael, annoyingly calm, was the first to speak.
“House Crescent was the first line blessed directly by the Moon Goddess.”
I blinked.
“That sounds fake.”
“It is inconveniently real,”
