INICIAR SESIÓNKenna’s POVI locked my door twice before I trusted it to stay shut.The pendant sat cold in my palm when I finally took it out, smaller than I remembered from the temple steps, its silver worn smooth in places like it had passed through a hundred hands before mine. I turned it toward the candlelight, tilting it in every direction, willing it to explain itself.“What are you,” I whispered, as if it might actually answer.It didn’t. It was just metal, a crescent shape wrapped in a symbol I didn’t recognize, three lines cutting through its center. No warmth. No light. Nothing but the weight of a dying man’s last request pressed into my hand.Keep it hidden. It’s the only thing that can lead you to the truth.Maybe he’d been delirious. Maybe a man bleeding out on temple stone said whatever his mind reached for, and none of it meant anything at all. I wanted to believe that. It would have been so much easier than the alternative.I nearly missed the inscription along the edge, a line of
Jace’s POVI heard the screaming before I reached the gate, and I ran the rest of the way without waiting for an escort.By the time I broke through the treeline, whatever had happened was already over. Guards stood scattered across the temple grounds, torches shaking in their hands, none of them looking at each other. The Moon Priest stood in front of Kenna like a wall, his arms spread, robes torn at the shoulder. And on the ground a few feet away, a hooded man lay in the grass, blood soaking through his cloak, breathing in short, wet gasps.“What happened,” I said, already crouching beside the dying man, already assessing what I could save and what I couldn’t. One look told me the answer. Nothing.“Black cloaks,” a guard stammered. “They came from the trees, my lord. We chased them off, but this one…”“Kenna.” I looked past him to where she stood, pale, clutching something small in her closed fist. “Are you hurt?”“No.” Her voice shook despite the word. “He gave me, he pushed me
Kenna’s POV“Why would he ask for her?” Elaine’s voice cut sharp through the sitting room, her eyes darting toward me like I had arranged this myself. “Jenna is home. Jenna is the rightful bride. What business could he possibly have with the substitute?”“I don’t know,” I said honestly, because I didn’t.My father’s jaw tightened. “Send back my message to him, I’ll speak to the man myself and find out what nonsense.”“He won’t speak to anyone but her.” The servant was still balanced by the door, squeezing his hands. “He was very clear, my lord. He said he would wait at the gates all night if he had to.”Roland exhaled through his nose, the particular sound he made when something inconvenienced him without actually mattering to him. “Fine, Go. Whatever he wants, settle it quickly and don’t embarrass this family with whatever superstitious nonsense he’s carrying on about.”“Perhaps he only wants to release her formally,” Jenna offered gently, touching my sleeve as I stood. “Now that e
Kenna’s POVI knew before I opened my eyes that something had shifted overnight, the way you know a storm has passed just from the particular quality of silence after it.The maid who brought my washing water didn’t call me “my Luna” this morning. She didn’t call me anything at all. She set the basin down, dropped a curtsy so shallow it barely counted, and left before I could thank her.I told myself it meant nothing. I told myself a lot of things before breakfast.By the time I reached the dining hall, the difference had a shape I couldn’t pretend away. Two nobles stopped talking the second I crossed the threshold, the way people go quiet around something they’d rather not acknowledge exists. A footman who used to hold my chair simply wasn’t standing near it anymore. I pulled it out myself and told myself that didn’t matter either.“There she is.” Elaine didn’t look at me. She was busy directing a servant toward Jenna’s end of the table. “Not that one, the honey cakes, she loved th
Jace’s POVI couldn't sleep, I lay there running the priest’s warning over and over until the words stopped making sense, the way anything does if you say it enough times in the dark.If that mark has truly returned, then perhaps Jenna’s homecoming isn’t the miracle this house believes it to be.By morning I still had no answer, only more questions stacked on top of the old ones, so I did the only thing that made sense. I went to ask the source herself.Jenna was sitting up when I entered, a shawl around her shoulders, color back in her face already. She smiled the second she saw me, soft and grateful, exactly the way she used to before any of this happened.“Jace.” She patted the edge of the bed. “I didn’t expect you so early.”“I need the rest of it.” I stayed standing. “Every detail you remember. If I’m going to find the ones who took you, I need more than what you gave the council last night.”“Of course.” She folded her hands in her lap like a woman settling in to confess somethi
Jace’s POVHer wrist was still burning behind my eyes when I made myself stop looking at it.That was the hardest thing I did all day, harder than anything waiting for me inside the mansion. I tore my gaze off Kenna, off the roses blooming too fast and too full around her knees, off the silver light tracing itself into her skin like something writing its name on her, and I ran.Jenna’s voice pulled me the way a hook pulls a fish. I didn’t decide to move. My body simply obeyed a sound I’d been straining to hear for four months.By the time I reached the main hall, the healers already had her surrounded, and the whole estate had exhaled at once. Roland stood at the edge of the crowd, gripping the back of a chair like it was the only thing keeping him upright. Elaine had both hands pressed to her mouth. Servants who’d learned to disappear whenever trouble walked the halls were suddenly visible again, crowding the doorway, craning for a look at the miracle.Jenna sat propped against a m







