All Chapters of Queen Luna: Once Rejected, Now Ruthless: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kyla POVThe first thing that hits me is the overwhelming scent of citrus of some sort. Fruit that doesn’t grow on the island. My island.Next, it is a headache.Each heartbeat pulses with a terrible pain that travels down my neck.My own sluggish fingers come up to cup my face.No injury, no blood, everything is perfect. Except my pride.The thin branches of my twisted, handmade crown still rest atop my head.Blinking, I take in my new surroundings as the memories flood back over me.Adrien.Adrien came to my island.Where is he now?The black of my closed eyelids gives way to the sight of a small musty cabin room. Swirls of wood grain cover almost every surface: the walls, the floor, the desk, and the door. A thin wooden chair sits adjacent to the desk as if someone had sat there to watch me. I shudder at the thought.Waves rock the boat slowly enough I feel tempted to take another little snooze. Storming footsteps on the deck above me make dread drop like heavy lead in my stomach.

“Crew’s quarters?” I drawl, dragging my finger along the smooth railing of the boat like I’m checking for dust. Spoiler alert: there’s no dust. Not even a crumb. This thing is immaculate — the kind of clean that makes you think someone here is either obsessive or very, very bored. “Are there more people aboard?”“Just me and Adrien,” Emerald says, his grin blinding me with not one, but two shiny golden caps. He’s decked out in what can only be described as “pirate chic”: loose white shirt tucked into shorts that are criminally short, and enough necklaces to stock a jewelry stall. “I get the whole room down there to myself. Bloody grand, if you ask me.”Before I can press for more, Adrien groans, rubbing his temples like my voice is personally giving him a migraine. “Emerald, quit giving her information. Don’t you see what she’s trying to do?”I widen my eyes innocently. “Excuse me for wanting to know how many players we’ve got for the card game we’re going to play. Wouldn’t want to le

Adrien’s POVThe moment she hit the water, I swore. Loudly.Not because I thought she’d die — not immediately, anyway — but because I knew where we were. The Forbidden Sea. The one place you didn’t fall into unless you had a death wish or an anchor tied to your ankles.And judging by the way she dove like she was born to it, I figured maybe she did have a death wish.“Idiot,” I muttered, already stripping off my jacket and kicking out of my boots.The wind hit my face hard as I jumped, the cold shock of the sea biting every inch of me at once. It was like being swallowed by something alive. Not water — no, the Forbidden Sea had a pulse. It moved with intent. The kind of intent that didn’t care if you begged for mercy.She was already sinking fast, her hair streaming behind her like dark ribbons, her dress dragging her down. The current didn’t just pull her — it claimed her.And still, I dove.The cold punched the air from my lungs, but I kept pushing down, arms cutting through the w

The storm outside had not let up. The cabin creaked and groaned as the ship tilted under the assault of the Forbidden Sea’s fury. Rain hammered against the porthole like an impatient debt collector, and the thunder rolled so deep it made the floorboards tremble under our boots. Or, well—under my boots. Kyla was barefoot, sitting cross-legged on the narrow bunk with her arms wrapped around her knees, glaring at the walls like she could stare the sea into submission.I was leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded, because there was no way in the abyss I was taking my eyes off her after she almost drowned herself in the most dangerous waters known to man.“You don’t have to watch me like a guard dog,” she muttered, breaking the silence.I gave her a flat look. “You’re right. Guard dogs are loyal. I’m more like the wolf that wonders whether to keep you alive or bite you just enough to make sure you stay put.”She snorted, a sharp little sound that didn’t match the shadows in her eye

“May I?”We both stop walking, and I give him a short nod. Careful not to even so much as brush my skin, he pushes the strands over my shoulder to reveal my neck.Deep in thought, Emerald’s mouth parts, allowing him to chew his bottom lip. He stares at the scaly blue gills a second longer before he steps away and follows Adrien.“Well, I’ve never seen that before.”“Yeah, and I’ve never seen fire wings before.” I stumble forward as Adrien jerks the rope.“Actually,” Emerald holds up one finger, “they are called incarne. One out of every five-hundred immortals are born with these special gifts. Fun fact, the gifts tend to skip between one to four generations, but almost always stay within the family.”“Keep moving,” Adrien grumbles.Slowly, the dusty shops lessen, giving way to abandoned homes. I try not to stare at a pair of shoes strewn across the empty roadway as if someone ran right out of them.“Goddess. It looks like the world ended, and we are walking through the aftermath.” My