The Outcast Luna’s Reckoning
The image of Silver Ridge flashed in my mind, the sneers, the whispers about my defective blood, the way people would step aside not out of respect, but out of disgust.
Varick noticed the flicker of fear.
He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me like a warm, protective cloak. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his steady gaze.
"You will," he said firmly. "But you will not meet them as a servant, and you will not meet them as a stranger."
I bit my lip. "Then... how? What will you tell them?"
A ghost of a smile touched his lips, proud and dangerously possessive.
"I am going to introduce you as the soon-to-be Luna of the Vanguard. Once those words leave my mouth, they will not just w
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