LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs
“Kaden’s men patrol this pass. Toren will open the gate, but we’ll need to move fast. Gavin’s ritual is set for tonight.”
The mention of Gavin sent a chill down my spine. His name was a shadow over everything, the ledger, the shard, the sigils. He wanted to wake the metal with my spark, to forge an army that could burn the world. I felt the fire inside me flare at the thought, and I forced it down, my breath hitching. “We stop him,” I said, my voice harder than I felt. “Whatever it takes.”
The recruits nodded, their faces set. The boy with the torch, the one who’d whispered my name like a prayer at the camp, stepped forward. “We’re with you, Keira,” he said, his voice trembling but sure. “To
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