Ravenna's POVThe marble floor felt like ice against my knees, but I didn't care. I kept my head bowed, my eyes fixed on the hem of Luna Selena’s heavy silk gown. To the hundreds of guests watching, I was a terrified girl begging for mercy. To me, this was just another performance.*Look at me, Selena,* I thought, my heart hammering against my ribs. *Look at how well I play the slave. Isn't this the view you love most?*I heard the sharp click-clack of Luna's heels as she stepped toward me. The scent of her perfume, a heavy, suffocating floral, choked the air. It was the same smell I had inhaled right before she drove a silver blade into my chest three years ago. My skin crawled, and for a spit second, I felt the phantom sting of that old wound. But I remained still. I chose to remain silent, as my mission takes precedence. I am committed to doing everything in my power to accomplish it. "Stand up, girl," Selena’s voice rang out. It wasn't the voice of a woman who was angry. It was
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