100 Nights to Tame a Cursed Heart
Trying to find weakness, an opening.
I turned with her, keeping myself between her and Summer. Not because I was sentimental. Because Summer was *mine*, and I didn't let anyone touch what belonged to me.
"Tell me, little Luna," Remiora purred, stopping in front of Summer. "Has he explained what happens when you fail?"
"I know about the curse," Summer said, but I heard the tremor beneath her words.
"Do you?" Remiora stopped directly in front of her, towering over Summer's smaller frame. The air between them crackled with something dark and electric. "Do you know that you have exactly seventy days left? That each day brings you closer to your death?"