“Not in your father’s eyes.”
[[My father’s eyes are focused on one goal. As are mine,]] he continued in her head, his warm hands rubbing her arms as she hugged herself.
[[Remember your oath, little Luna. Bring your father to us. Have you thought of how to achieve this?]]
Silence.
[[If you choose to run, no one will follow. Our plans will not be derailed.]]
[[Are you…telling me to run?]] She pushed at him in her mind, working on her theory, which was probably no longer a theory at all.
[[I’m telling you to use this noisy head of yours to think of how to save your life. No one will do it for you.]] he replied using his inside voice, not missing a beat.
She turned in his arms. They were lying on the cave floor of the Rogue King’s rooms.
He held her trembling gaze.
“My mother was a co
