All Chapters of Luna Reborn: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Odessa:For one long breath, Zander didn’t speak. He stared down at the pages spread across the table, his fingers resting against one of them as though touching the words might somehow convince them to change. “Z?” Reign’s tone was soft, concerned. Zander slowly looked from Reign to me, then back to the pages.“Just say it.” I nodded at him, hoping he knew by my expression I was ready, that I could handle whatever he was about to say next. “I said they follow a pattern, I never said the power followed an order.” he looked at me, his eyes full of this worry, this fear. “This woman weaved first and awakened fire second.” His finger moved to another page. “This man weaved and then manipulated the earth. This one called on water. The other controlled the air.”“So it's random?” I started looking at the pages with him, maybe more eyes would help figure this out. “I thought so.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist so hard it hurt.“But?” Zander's eyes lifted to min

Reign:“It can wait,” I whispered to her again, praying to the goddess she would let Odessa hear me, that somehow Odessa would know her body and mind could rest and that I would be here to protect her.She was completely limp in my arms while I carried her from the shower and sat her on the edge of the counter, carefully keeping one arm around her while I grabbed a towel. Her head immediately fell against my shoulder as limp as her body, and that frightened me more than it should have.Odessa fought everything… She was stubborn… My lonan fought her sleep, the things that caused her pain; she fought me, she fought with herself worse, and the fact that she didn't have the strength to fight this told me exactly how much whatever Isla had done had taken from her.I dried her carefully, beginning with her hair before moving the towel over her shoulders and arms. But it was when my hands reached her stomach that I slowed. There was nothing there now, no marks of proof. No evidence of the ch

Odessa:“No.” The word was a whisper of wind on my lips as I gripped my chest. “I have to tell you what I found out first, but before we get Zander in here…” I paused, I didn’t know my next steps, couldn’t unravel my jumbled up thoughts. Reign stood, took my face in his hands again, and he kissed me. The moment his lips touched mine, it was like his emotions overwhelmed my senses, clearing out all of the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty, replacing it with love, light, joy, excitement, all so fiercely bright that I nearly collapsed and cried. “Before we get Zander in here, you need to know that I am happier than I have ever been in my life, and I feel… so incredibly lucky, blessed, amazing, that you chose me, that you marked me, and while I may not understand this mark, that doesn’t even matter, Odessa because it is your mark, and you gave it to me.” He kissed me again and I thought I might float from the weightlessness in my chest. I wanted to stay there. I wanted to stay in the we

Odessa:I wasn't sure how long I sat there, staring into the darkness of my own mind, watching those beautiful threads sway around me as though they were dancing to music only they could hear. There were so many of them, so many memories of a life I'd spent years wishing I could forget, and yet here I was, desperately trying to remember every single detail.Isn’t it funny how things change?That's enough for now, little queen, Isla whispered, her voice as soft as the brush of her fur against my fingertips.“But I'm not tired.” I barely got the words out; I was mesmerized by the threads, consumed by what I didn’t know but had access to right here at my fingertips.“I know.” Isla’s voice was… motherly for a moment. “Then why stop?” She laughed, a low, almost musical sound that seemed to ripple through the darkness.“Because there is a difference between learning to control your powers and allowing them to consume every waking moment of your life.” I considered that, considered what it

Odessa:I watched the darkness close around my consciousness, I floated weightlessly in the abysmal expanse I created and some part of me, some very satisfied part, wasn’t done here…I looked at the starless expanse and suddenly, my feet were on solid stone while I watched in absolute awe as seven pillars of polished obsidian rose around me like mirrors. “There’s more?” Isla sounded amused with me, but in truth, I thought this was her doing. Then it dawned on me why this looked familiar. “In Evander, when a woman is being fitted for her wedding gown, she will stand on a perch before seven mirrors so she can see her dress at every angle. If someone can get through the seven mirrors of the memories I choose for them, they will not get through the next tangled web of our weaving.” I felt as satisfied with myself as I sounded, and I couldn’t help but look into the polished slabs of stone before me. I could hear the memories as if I were beneath the Nymara, but it was what they showed th