3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance
I shouted, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.
Before I could process what I was doing, I shoved him away, wanting to run from this whole mess. But he caught my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.
“Wait,” he said, his grip firm yet gentle. “That’s only half of the surprise.”
“Half of the surprise?” I echoed, confusion flooding my mind. “What do you mean?”
Suddenly, a soft glow began to emerge around us, illuminating the darkness with thousands of twinkling lights. Fireflies floated gracefully in the air, creating a breathtaking display. My heart raced, and for a moment, I was lost in the beauty of it.