BETROTHED TO MY LUNA OF TWO WORLDS
low, dangerous.
“But now,” I said, raising my hand slightly, “it is time to step into the light.”
At that, the whispers stopped again. Confusion flickered across some faces.
Lord Nareth, the oldest of them, frowned deeply. “You mean....the daylight, my Lord? That is death to our kind.”
“Was,” I corrected softly.
Then I reached under the table and brought out a small crystal vial ... black as ink, yet shimmering faintly with silver veins that pulsed like veins of life.