“There is one thing I need you to explain.”
Adrian’s voice was cold.
We had barely returned to the palace when he confronted Kael.
His shoulder had been bandaged, but the blood on his shirt was still visible.
Kael stood near the window.
“What?”
“The prophecy.”
Kael’s face hardened.
“Not here.”
Adrian stepped closer.
“No more secrets.”
I looked at Kael.
He didn’t answer.
Adrian laughed bitterly.
“You knew.”
“I knew there was a prophecy.”
“And you knew Elara was part of it.”
Kael’s silence was enough.
I felt my anger rising.
“Kael?”
He finally turned toward us.
“The Lost Luna isn’t simply a title.”
He looked at me.
“It refers to an ancient Moonborn bloodline.”
I stared at him.
“Mine?”
“Yes.”
My stomach tightened.
“And the Moonstone?”
Kael nodded.
“Your mother pr
