THE LUNA HE SHOULDN'T HAVE REJECTED
Selene stepped beside me, her light starting to spark again, faint but growing.
“Wait for my signal,” I said.
“What signal?”
“You’ll know.”
She looked at me like she didn’t believe it but nodded anyway.
The scouts advanced, blades drawn. One raised his crossbow. I threw my knife before he could aim—it hit the tree beside him, close enough to make him flinch.
“Frey!” Selene said, panic in her voice.
“Keep behind me.”
The second scout charged. I caught him low, drove him back. Another came from the side—Selene threw up her hands, and a burst of golden light hit the man square in the chest. He dropped.