The Omega Queen
Sensing the worry written on my face and in my voice, she asked,
“Clarissa? What is it?”
I swallowed hard, my words feeling rough in my throat. “I heard something about Crescent Moon. Mostly about Derek.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “You heard?”
“Yes,” I said, gripping the doorframe tightly. “His second Luna… she’s dead.”
A heavy silence filled the space, so thick it felt suffocating. Tessy didn’t respond immediately. I could hear her shifting her weight, the fabric of her gown brushing against her skin.