JOVANI’S POV
I didn’t leave right away.
I couldn’t.
I stood there in the ruins long after the wind picked up, letting the storm soak into my skin. The scroll weighed heavy against my chest beneath the cloak, but it was nothing compared to the weight in my ribs.
What was I supposed to do with this?
I had seen things in my life. Buried soldiers. Burned villages. Rogues driven mad by exile. I’d fought, bled, made decisions that left scars.
But this?
This felt different.
This was someone’s soul, someone’s truth left behind by a woman who must’ve known she was about to die. A mother who’d heard the Moon speak and believed with everything in her that her daughter was meant for more.
And the only person who could’ve taken all that away… was her own brother.
Wesley.
That name had alway
