Mara
Tiffany and I spent two quiet hours curled up on the couch, watching a movie neither of us was really paying attention to. My mind wandered constantly—to Rockville, to Lucian, to the silent question that weighed on every heartbeat: Would they come back safe?
I didn’t say it out loud, but I whispered it in my mind over and over again. Goddess, please protect them.
Just after the credits rolled, a knock came at the door.
I already knew who it was. Austin had linked me moments before, his voice tight and uneasy.
I opened the door to find him standing there, visibly rattled.
“Luna Mara,” he said quickly. “You need to come. Something’s happening in the right wing.”
My brows furrowed, and Tiffany immediately rose behind me. We followed him without question.
The tension grew thick th
