Calla’s POV The bonfire had faded to glowing embers, and one by one, the group began to head to their rooms, exchanging soft goodnights and knowing glances. Luna was the last to leave, stopping at the door to give me a look that seemed to say, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”—which, coming from her, left a lot to guess at. Kane and I found ourselves alone in the clearing, the night air cool against my skin and the stars shining brightly above, much more vividly than they did in the city. “We should probably get some sleep,” I said, even though neither of us moved toward the cabin. “We have a big day coming up, well, in two days. The day before the day I might die.” “You’re not going to die,” Kane insisted, but there was a hint of desperation in his voice, as if he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince me. “You can’t really know that,” I replied. “I know you,” he said, stepping closer. Suddenly, the air between us felt charged with an ene
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