NYX'S POV.
“Nyx!” Eleanor’s voice cut through the lingering haze of sleep, her voice taut and strained.
I blinked, my eyes still heavy with sleep, prying my eyelids open when the memory of Xander’s touch still lingers on my skin.
Her knuckles rasped against the door for the umpteenth time, but I hurried to my feet, rushing over to meet her.
I opened the door, my gaze meeting Eleanor’s. Her expression was grim, her usual warmth replaced by a cold expression . The frown etched on her face deepened as she took in my disheveled appearance.
"Luna Sterling,” I curtsied.
“Get dressed,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Meet me in the courtyard, we have things to discuss.”
Then, without another word, she turned and left, her footsteps echoing in the hallway, leaving
