Olivia
My hands shook uncontrollably as I stepped up to the edge of the pit, clutching the metal grating until my knuckles turned white. A thick, cloying stench wafted up from the darkness below—the unmistakable reek of death and decay.
Despite the waves of nausea already roiling in my gut, I leaned forward for a closer look.
“Liv, I really don't think you want to see this,” Nathan warned, his voice strained. He reached out as if to pull me back, but I shrugged off his hand.
“I have to,” I murmured, swallowing hard against the rising bile. “As Luna, it’s my duty to bear witness.”
Nathan paused, blinking confusedly at me for a few moments, but said nothing. We had already had this conversation before, when he had come out into the garden with his phone clutched in his h
