LILITH
The ceremony had gone horribly, disastrously wrong—or perfectly, depending on whose perspective you asked.
For me, it was the former.
I stayed hidden, far enough to avoid detection but close enough to witness the entire ritual. From the vows to the moonlight’s blessing to the revelation of their bond, it all played out like some twisted fairy tale.
Hera and Atticus, fated mates, their union sanctified by the Luna Moon itself. It shouldn’t have been possible.
The magic blockers I placed in the palace had worked perfectly. I even overheard Hera grumbling about being unable to summon her powers earlier.
That had gone according to plan.
Yet, it hadn’t mattered. Their bond wasn’t the result of magic. It was real—so real that the goddess herself had seen fit to intervene, to sh
