I woke to the sound of retching.My eyes snapped open, the shadow mark immediately pulsing with dark energy as my body prepared for a fight. But there was no enemy—just me, scrambling out of bed and barely making it to the bathroom before my stomach emptied itself violently."Luna?" Dante's voice came from the doorway, thick with sleep and concern.I couldn't answer, too busy dry heaving into the toilet. His hands were gentle as he pulled my hair back, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on my back."Are you okay? Is it the shadow mark?"I shook my head, though I wasn't entirely sure. The darkness in my veins felt different this morning—not weaker, exactly, but... muted. Like it was being overshadowed by something else.When my stomach finally settled, I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth
