The lies we wear
But before she can speak, a low, commanding voice sounds behind us.
“They’re with me.”
We all whip around.
Lloyd emerges from the shadows at our backs, calm, casual—and radiating authority like a second skin. His silver gaze gleams under the moonlight, steady. His hands are in his pockets, but his stance… his stance demands obedience.
The guards freeze.
“Lloyd,” one stammers. “We—uh—we didn’t know you were with them—”
“That much is clear.” Lloyd steps forward, past us now, eyes sharp and expression cool. “I brought them out to gather moon-herb for the Luna. Under the full moon, it’s stronger, and she’s been struggling to sleep.”
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