ARIA
The first full moon under Damian's roof hit like a bad hangover I hadn't earned.
I felt it all day—a restless itch under my skin that made me snap at the maid when she brought fresh towels and pace the hallways like a caged animal.
By evening there was an official lockdown. All exterior doors were secured. Guards patrolled the grounds. Damian had warned me earlier: "Stay inside. The moon pulls harder on us tonight. It's safer if you don't wander."
Safer for who? I thought. Me or everyone else?
I tried to distract myself. I took a long shower, scrubbed until my skin was pink, then changed into soft leggings and an oversized t-shirt one of the maids had left for me. I sat on the bed with my knees pulled up, scrolling through my phone even though there was nothing new. N
