"My name," I said, my voice came out flat, cold and perfectly steady, "is Luna Ghost." She stared at me. The tears kept falling, the shock on her face was beginning to harden into something else. Confusion. Hurt. The beginning of anger. "What are you talking about? Lia, you." I released her wrists. Stepped back. One step. Two. Enough distance to make the point unmistakable. I reached up, pulled the mask off. It came away easily, one hand, a single motion. I let it drop to the concrete at my feet. It hit with a quiet sound, swallowed by the silence that had fallen over the pit. I didn't need it anymore. Not after this. Not after Mira had ripped the last of the pretense away in front of a hundred people. Zane was out there somewhere. Watching. He always was. So I looked up at the crowd, bare-faced, dual bloodline still blazing behind my eyes. I spoke. "My name is Luna Ghost." I let the words carry, the way Zane had taught me, with weight, with authority, with the full fo
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