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2025-04-24 07:00:25DRAKE’s POV
I stand at the top of the staircase and stare down into the cold stone steps that spiral beneath me like a serpent, its spine descending into the bowels of the mansion. And at the bottom, she lies.
Alayna. My Luna.
Her lips are closed, matching her closed eyes. She looks so peaceful. Yet something is very wrong.
A halo of dark crimson spreads beneath her head, leeching into the cracks of the stone. She lies in a pool of red. The reason is very simple.
Her skull is cracked.
My fingers curl tightly around the bannister, knuckles pale against the black iron. What have I done?
Then I hear the frantic footfalls behind me. Wanda appears at my side and she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. “Goddess…”
She shoves past me and races down the steps.
I follow suit but each step feels like an eternity. Why am I moving so slowly? Why is my heart slamming against my
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