Mark by Destiny.
Loretta said softly, “and yet I hear whispers of your kindness, of your quiet strength. You remind me of a bird who has flown through a storm but still dares to sing. Tell me, child… What is your story?”
Liora froze, the cup halfway to her lips. Her story? Which part? The pain, the betrayal, the humiliation? Did Luna truly want to hear all of it?
“I…” Liora’s voice cracked, and she lowered her eyes to the steaming tea, her reflection rippling on its surface. “My story is not worth telling, Luna.”