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A dangerous glint shines in Brynne’s eyes as he turns on me. “I knew there was something off about you the day we met.” He folds his arms across his chest, sizing me up. “So, what is it? Dark magic? You’re not just stealing dresses. Now, you’re also stealing titles.”
SOMAI wake up with a jerk. Morning light spills in through the crack in the curtains, bathing every surface in the room. Oh, no. My heart pounds with fear. Sheila and Maeve won’t let me hear the end of it for waking up late. But as I take in my environment and the expensive nightwear I’m wearing, memories slowly slide in.The ceremony. The Moon. The Goddess’ choice.This is real. I’m still at the palace. It’s not a prank. Sliding off the bed, I stalk to the connected bathroom, splash water on my face, and run my fingers through my hair.What happens now?Back in the room, I change into the spare outfit the maid left
SOMAWith that, Lilith pulls the door open before I can respond and disappears through it, leaving me alone in the silence of the room. I sit there for a while, frozen on the soft but firm mattress. The cover is smooth, and the pillowcase seems to be made of expensive silk. No wonder the royals look fresh with glowing skin. They are truly pampered.Minutes pass or maybe more. The silence thickens, and so does my curiosity and impatience. I rise slowly, glancing around as I brush my palms down the front of the borrowed dress.The room is luxurious but impersonal. Aside from the chair, there’s a vanity. The windows are draped in velvet, blocking out the sunlight. It doesn’t feel like a prison, bu
SOMAA dangerous glint shines in Brynne’s eyes as he turns on me. “I knew there was something off about you the day we met.” He folds his arms across his chest, sizing me up. “So, what is it? Dark magic? You’re not just stealing dresses. Now, you’re also stealing titles.”“Brynne,” Lilith warns.But he’s on a roll. He steps forward, leaving a safe distance between us. “What spell did you cast that’s powerful enough to harness the power of the moon and even manipulate it?”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell him.
SOMAMason sits beside me on the bus, his shoulder rubbing against mine as we go over a bump. My hand clenches tight around his, afraid to let go of him. None of us dares to breathe as the bus glides down the long, dark stretch of road that will lead us out of Shadowspire.We’re finally leaving.“It depends on where we settle,” he whispers. “I can fix cars until I save enough to open my auto repair shop.”“Nice. I’ll probably wait tables.” No one is on the bus with us, yet my voice remains a whisper. “At a diner.”“Only
BRYNNELilith’s voice cuts through me, bringing my thoughts to a halt. Maeve’s language might be colorful, but she’s saying what nearly everyone in this hall is thinking. But before I can utter a word, Maeve’s mouth pops open again.“My language?” Maeve shrieks. Her sister yanks on her hand, trying to quiet her, but Maeve steps forward, her body taut with anger. “That bitch stole what should have been mine. Sheila, are you going to keep quiet? Prince Brynne should be mine.”Sheila gulps audibly, trying to back up her sister. They stand side by side in quiet solidarity, nervous but unwavering, and I’m glad neither of them got picked. I don’t care about love and fairytales, but I also want a reasonable Luna, not someone obsessed with power.No one owns the Luna spot until the Moon Goddess selects. Most importantly, I belong to no one, and I like it that way. If they are already claiming
BRYNNE“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I growl under my breath.No one moves, not even Lilith or the girl. And that only intensifies the light. My hand clenches at my lower back. I wait for it to shift to someone else in the crowd or return to one of the twelve girls. But it doesn’t.Soma inches back, as if expecting the light to vanish, but it follows her. It’s almost comical watching the skinny thing try to escape her fate. I invited her to serve our table because I thought it would be fun to mess with her, but this is more than I bargained for.This is a mistake.







