The Luna’s Revenge
She thought about her father’s blood on Evander’s blade, about the document she’d handed Evander that destroyed him, about the deal she’d made with the rogues, about every cold calculation she’d made in the months of building this.
“Yes,” she said.
Elara nodded and stepped back into the circle.
Theron moved to the edge. Slowly, like his body was still remembering how to work properly, but he moved. Gave her the space. She took his place in the center of the stones.
Elara knelt across from her with the emerald crest between them again.
“This will hurt,” Elara said.
“I know,” Nyx said.
Elara began the words.
The same old language. The same rhythm. The air shifted the way it had before, that su