The Underworld Trials of Luna
she says, quite loud and clear – her voice probably magically amplified – “will be Princess Laila flaith Noriada.”
“Oh!” Laila says, her hands moving to her mouth in surprise. My heartbeat lessens but I look with worry at my friend even as I see, from the corner of my eye, Orion coming back with Beatrice at his side.
“Please,” the woman on the stage continues, waving a hand around. “If you would take your places and your seats.”
“Here I go,” Laila says, dropping her hands and giving Anton and I a nervous smile.
“You’ll do great, Laila,” Anton says, smiling warmly at her. “Break a leg.”