Rhea Everwood
The moon, almost full, hung in the sky outside my window. I sat there, knees drawn up, chin resting, just staring out. My mind felt strangely blank, yet beneath the surface, I couldn’t help but think about Sage and the kiss we shared.
It had been soft, unexpected, yet it had ignited something deep within me, something I hadn’t realized was dormant, but then guilt would creep in, thick as I thought about Mason. Even though he was gone, a part of me felt like I was betraying him, erasing his memory with a new touch, a new warmth. And then there was this identical mark that Sage had. Was the Moon Goddess truly playing some cruel, elaborate trick on me? Was this a sign, or just a coincidence designed to drive me mad? I sighed.
Just then, the door creaked open, pulling me from
