Alexis
Byron's voice echoed in my mind all night. Sleep eluded me as I tossed and turned in bed. Restless, I headed to the terrace. A hammock stretched out in the cool night air, inviting me to sink into its gentle sway.
I kicked off my flip-flops and wrapped a blanket around myself, staring at the twinkling stars. The wind brushed softly against my skin, and the quiet of midnight wrapped me in its calm embrace. I sipped a glass of orange juice, letting the tangy flavor soothe my throat. After a sip, I held the glass up to catch the moonlight.
My thoughts spiraled. Could Alex be a murderer?
The question ate at me. The Moon Goddess couldn’t possibly be that cruel, could she?
Of all the mates in the world, she stuck me with a murderer. What kind of sick joke is this? Not just a murde
