The Underworld Trials of Luna
he whispers, falling back on his ass.
I squeak a little and climb onto his lap, taking his face between my hands and turning it so his eyes find mine. “Are you okay?” I whisper.
“I – I’m – June, does this mean I’m a demigod?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, shaking my head.
“Do you think it’s real?” he asks, his voice shaking. “Is this – is this some kind of cosmic prank?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, my eyes flashing back to the other panels on the wall. One for the boy with the scythe, and another for the full-moon boy, and then – is that another panel? Beyond? I can’t quite see.