The storm clouds outside my window seemed to mirror the tempest raging in my mind. Three days. The Shadow King's ultimatum echoed in my thoughts as I stared at the dark mark on my wrist, watching it pulse with malevolent energy.
"We need to get you out of here," Dante said, his voice tight with barely controlled panic. "If the Shadow Court can reach you once, they can do it again."
"Running won't solve anything," I replied, though part of me wanted nothing more than to flee. "He'll just hunt me down, and more people will get hurt in the process."
Jean-Baptiste stepped forward, guilt written across his handsome features. "Luna, I need you to know—when I first approached you, yes, it was at his direction. But everything I felt, everything between us, that was real."
"I know," I said, sur
