The Underworld Trials of Luna
He grimaces and I take his hand again.
“I don’t – I don’t understand,” Orion says, stepping forward and frowning at his aunt, clearly the most comfortable amongst us. Except for Faiza, who heaves a bored sigh and inspects her nails. “Why would he even care?”
“Because of the prophecy, Orion,” Life says, stepping towards him and smoothing a comforting hand over his hair. “Remember?”
He frowns at her, shaking his head, clearly racking his brain. As we watch, though, his face falls slack with realization. “Oh my god,” he whispers.