The Rogue Luna
His expression was unreadable, but his body was tense, his instincts already shifting into protective mode.
Mira, however, was silent.
Her green eyes studied me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
“You were always the key,” she finally said. “From the moment you were born, this was inside you. Lying dormant. Waiting.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “Waiting for what?”
Mira exhaled, reaching for a small pouch on her table. She emptied its contents onto her palm—a handful of shimmering, white powder. With slow, deliberate movements, she tossed it into the fire.
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