Luna By Blackmail
“I don’t cry.”
“You don’t do a lot of things.”
Lena cleared her throat from the window post. I hadn't realized she was in the room all along. she stepped forward with arms full of herbs and bandages. Her presence was accompanied by a sharp scent of mint and oud, mingled with something raw and earthy.
“Our Luna is awake,” she said softly, though her eyes were all business, scanning me with the precision of someone trained to see pain before it’s spoken.
“She hit her head,” Rael said, rising. “She was out cold when I found her.”