KESSAThe stone under my back had memorized the shape of me.Three years of it. The same cold seeping up through my spine, the same iron door groaning on the same hinge, the same slit of moonlight crawling across the same crack in the ceiling like it was counting down something only it understood.I used to be Luna Kessa Thorne. Now I was just the thing they kept.Footsteps. Not the guard’s — his were heavy, bored, the shuffle of a man who’d stopped caring what he was guarding a year ago. These were fast. Three sets, moving in a rhythm I hadn’t heard in so long I almost didn’t trust my own ears.I knew that rhythm in my bones before I knew it in my head.The door didn’t groan this time. It screamed, wrenched off one hinge, and then he was there — Dorian, first, always first, always the one who couldn’t wait for the others — and the moonlight caught his face and I forgot, for one traitorous half-second, to hate him.“Kessa.” Just my name. Like it cost him something to say it.Behind hi
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