CHASING HIS LUNA BACK
Then I gathered a small bag with a rope, a dagger, maps, and the notes I had kept from my father’s old correspondences.
The nanny knocked softly at the door. “Luna Aurelia? The healer said you should rest.”
“I will,” I said, my voice even. She lingered, suspicious, but finally walked away.
Alone again, I looked at the notes, tracing the names and places the journal had revealed. Draco’s anchors. If they could be destroyed, his grip would weaken. But it would not be a task I could complete alone. Dalton, Lara, Xavier, names came to mind of those I could trust. They would stand with me.
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