Chapter 35: The Maze of Broken Dreams
Luna woke to silence.
A heavy, oppressive kind of silence that pressed down on her like a physical weight.
Her eyelids fluttered open.
She found herself lying on a bed of black marble, in the center of a vast, empty hall.
The air smelled of ash and blood.
The sky overhead was a swirling void, punctured by flashes of red lightning.
She sat up slowly, every muscle screaming.
Lucien’s face burned in her memory—his mocking smile, the way he had stepped from the shadows like a nightmare made real.
Where was he now?
What had he done to her?
Luna staggered to her feet, instincts roaring.
She was still alive.
But she wasn’t free.
Not yet.
The hall stretched endlessly in every direction.
Massive statues lined the walls—grotesque, twisted version
