Lyssandra
The moonlight poured through my chamber window like a cold silver veil, settling over everything it touched. Danika and I sat facing it, the pale glow washing over her perfect features. Her long hair lay neatly over her shoulder, her gown soft and ethereal—like she was born from moonlight itself.
To anyone else, she would look like victory.
But I saw beneath it.
I always did.
Her eyes betrayed her—faint worry tucked into the corners, a small tension at her jaw. Beauty could hide fear, but not from me.
“So,” I drawled, swirling the wine in my cup as the glass caught the moonlight, “how is everything going with Zarek? It’s been days now. You should have made some progress. It should be easy for you, Danika. Especially with the same charms you used to lock him in the past… bef
