Todos os capítulos de The Luna’s Faith: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Olivia’s POVDorian’s chambers were quieter than mine, more sparsely arranged, as though he had never expected to remain long enough to make them personal. A single lamp burned on the table near the window. The connecting doors stood open behind me. I did not close them. Whatever was said next did not require the false privacy of sealed wood.He gestured toward the pair of chairs near the hearth, but I remained standing. The Celestial power moved under my skin in slow, steady currents—the lingering effect of the Goddess’s dream and the clarity it had forced. I had asked for the truth of his past choices. I would not soften the request by settling into comfort first.“You pulled me out of death,” I began. “You offered a contract. You have stood beside me through every public cut we have made. But the Goddess made it clear that your presence in this is not accidental, and neither are the years you spent presumed dead. I want the full shape of those years, Dorian. Not the polished versio

Olivia's POVI did not see Dorian for the rest of the morning.After our talk in his room, I went back to my own room. I closed the connecting doors. I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands pressed flat on my knees. The truths he had told me lined up in my mind, one by one, each one painful: the poison, the years of silence, the old hate aimed at my father's house, and the plan that once used me just to get to my father. Then there was the moment on the hillside — when that plan broke, because my dying body had mattered more to him than any of it.I had asked for honesty. He gave it to me straight, with no softening. Now I had to decide what to do with all of it.The Celestial power moved under my skin in slow, careful waves, almost like it was adjusting too — adjusting to this new picture of the man who kept it steady. The Goddess had tied us together to keep the gift alive. She never asked me to like his past. She only made it costly to shut him out.By midday, I couldn't sit alo

Olivia's POVMorning brought the first clear sign that Vanessa felt the walls closing in.Cassian arrived early with a short stack of reports. He had the grim look of a man who liked action better than waiting. Dorian was already there. He had gone back to his own room only a few hours before dawn, but he'd left the connecting doors open, like the quiet agreement from the night before still held. The three of us stood around the table in my sitting room while the city woke up outside the windows."Silverfang has officially confirmed she's back," Cassian said, tapping one of the pages. "They're calling it a rest to recover. But in private, they're already sending out quiet questions, trying to figure out how much protection they can give her without making Father angry. Two of their usual information sources in the capital have gone quiet. Dexter's people think Vanessa cut them off herself — she's trying to stop anything from leaking back to us.""She's improvising," Dorian said. His v

Olivia's POVThe resemblance still hit me at the worst moments.I had been going over the latest eastern reports in the sitting room when Dorian leaned over the table to mark a new pressure point on the map. The tilt of his head, the way the lamp light hit his cheekbone, the calm stillness of his hands — for one unguarded heartbeat, the years fell away and I was looking at Cyrus again. The man who rubbed another woman's feet while I sat alone in a doctor's office. The man who turned his back while silver chains closed around my wrists.The Celestial power flickered hard under my skin, answering the sudden rush of old anger and grief. A thin edge of silver light slipped out before I could pull it back, burning a small dark line across the edge of the paper.Dorian didn't flinch. He just lifted his hand off the map and waited, giving me room to come back from the memory without saying anything.I closed my eyes and forced the light back under control. When I opened them, the difference

Olivia's POVThe full moon rose clear and white over the small sacred grove inside the palace's oldest walls.I hadn't planned to go there. The Celestial power had grown restless as the day wore on, pulling toward open sky and clean moonlight until I couldn't ignore it anymore. When I left the private wing after dinner, Dorian just fell into step beside me. He didn't ask where I was going. The bond made it feel like we both already knew, before either of us said a word.The grove was older than the palace itself. Stone markers, worn smooth by centuries, stood among the trees, and a shallow pool at the center caught the moon's face and threw it back in perfect silence. No guards followed us past the outer arch. Cassian had ordered this place left alone whenever I needed it. Tonight, I was grateful for the quiet.I stopped at the edge of the pool and felt the power rise on its own, without me calling it.Silver light gathered under my skin in slow, glowing waves, stronger than anything