INICIAR SESIÓNAVIONNA’S POVThe name on the screen made my stomach twist, like there were too many cords curling and unwinding within it.For a moment, I stared at my phone without moving. I couldn't even blink. The call had come from the last person I expected would call me right now.My Dad.The last time we spoke was the day after Ivy's wedding and after that day, neither of us had made an effort to change that.Too much was happening in the Saturn Pack for me to wonder why my Father hadn't reached out to me once. Additionally, he rarely called me unless he needed an errand run or simply just wanted to remind me of my inadequacies.Now that he was suddenly doing so, I couldn’t help but be suspicious of the reason for his call.I wondered what he could possibly want now and what I should expect from him. I could just tell already that it wouldn’t be anything good. For a second, I thought about letting my phone ring without picking but changed my mind against doing that.Dad could be frustrating
AVIONNA’S POVI didn’t show it but I had been secretly delighted when Zolani reassured me that it was okay to bring back as many flowers as I wanted to. She had paid for everything too and had helped me prune and arrange them into the vases Martha had brought out from storage.Those Vases apparently belonged to the previous Luna. Not Hillary, but Fabian’s mother. “We haven’t used them in years. Luna Mallory had quite a collection. Some of these vases are really valuable antiques,” Martha had said when she brought them out, reminding me to be careful about where I placed them.I’d taken her words to heart and I had been careful to handle each one like the glass material it was made of.Now, all of those vases were broken.Glass shards lay scattered across the yard, catching the morning light, and the flowers that had once filled the vase were trampled beneath them.For a long while, I remained rooted to the spot, staring at the mess.Then tears stung my eyes.The person responsible
FABIAN’S POVEven before Cicero mentioned it, I had been thinking about it.This puzzle that remained unsolved was one that greatly bothered me. My people’s safety depended on cracking whatever this was and I still hadn’t figured it out.So, the instant Cicero mentioned Darius, my gaze swept to him and my eyes narrowed.Had he figured something out? Something I was missing?Unfortunately, he hadn’t. Cicero had only been asking because he wanted to know if I had unraveled the mystery myself.“We still haven’t figured out what he wants.”I shot Cicero another glance. Did he think I didn’t know that? Or were his thoughts so muddled by whatever had fueled him into kicking up a punch this morning that he thought I hadn’t considered it?Whatever it was that was grating on him, I hoped it ironed it out soon because I didn’t think I could bear with this another day. I preferred my Beta when he was rational and calm.Ever since our conversation with Kael, I’d turned everything I knew over in
FABIAN’S POVThe sound of Cicero's fist hitting the punching bag was starting to get irritating. He had fallen into an annoying rhythm of jabs, hooks, cross punches and kicks that made the bag sway heavily.Occasionally it swung backwards then forward with a momentum fast enough to knock a human out but each time, he caught it and immediately hit it again.For the better part of twenty minutes, I had been watching him do so and I still hadn't figured out what had gotten into him.Last night, he had chosen not to return to his own apartment and had stayed the night at mine. Somehow, his mood seemed even fouler this morning than it has been at dinner last night.I didn't even want to think about the latter event or what had occured afterwards so as grating on my nerves as it was, I kept my focus on Cicero whose punches grew even more aggressive.Usually, when we trained together, he showed more restraint. Moreso, because he was usually trying to avoid getting his nose broken when we tr
AVIONNA'S POV I didn't realize where Fiona was taking me until I spotted the flower stall ahead of us.My feet slowed as we approached the familiar wooden stand with different buckets and vases of flowers in different colors.I glanced at Zolani doubtfully, the clogs already turning in my head.How had she known to come here?Why did she bring me here?Earlier this morning, when she'd asked me what my plan for the day was and asked me to get dressed, I had thought up a bunch of reasons for why she'd done so but even after thinking so hard, I couldn't figure out where she intended to take me.She hadn't responded when I asked too, and had only flashed me a mysterious smile then downed the bowl of cereal she made for herself.I had looked to Martha for enlightenment, wondering if she knew what Zolani had in mind Martha had only shook her head at me to show she didn't know.Over breakfast, I'd pondered it and eventually, my thoughts shifted to many different things.There was so much to
AVIONNA’S POVMy head raged. Every throb of my pulse felt like a fresh artillery strike behind my eyes, sending blinding flashes of white across my vision before I could even manage to open them.I tried to swallow but my throat was pure sandpaper and my tongue sat heavy against the roof of my mouth.My eyes cracked open to a white roof with starry stickers that looked like they had been plastered long ago by a child who had to climb a chair to stick them on.There was no arrangement, just a disorganized pattern that jointly looked like a shapeless fudge.Where was I?It took a second, but the memory finally returned to me and it didn’t take too long for me to realise that I was in Zolani’s room.Whatever tablet she had made me swallow after our conversation last night had knocked me right out and judging by the light I could see seeing in through the curtains, it was morning now.What time was it?I turned my head slowly, looking for a clock or anything that could tell me the time.







