Chapter 33

SAMMY

My fork dances around my plate. Pushing around the food that I barely touched.

Wren looks at me. "Sam, eat something. You haven't eaten properly in days."

"Why hasn't he called me?" I drop my fork and slump back in my chair. "I sent a message two days ago."

"I don't know, maybe because he's preparing for war? Come on, Sam. He'll be ok. He's trained for years. He's fought over a dozen major missions and hundreds of minor ones. Bastian knows what he's doing." She puts some food in her mouth.

"I know. It's just.... the more he's away the more it hurts. I know he's coming back, but my chest feels like it's in a vice. I feel like I'm going to be sick." I whine.

Wren smiles. "You're in love. You miss him."

I lean on the table. "I do, but this feels a hundred times worse for some reason. I'm not a clingy person, but I need him here now or I'll lose my mind."

She looks at me funny.

"What?" I ask.

"Sam what do know about the Blue Moon?" She leans on the table to me.

"Nothing. J