The Promised Luna
My heart thudded in my chest, half from nerves, half from the hope that we were getting closer to the truth.
Then I saw her—sitting in the corner, hood up, hunched over a drink. Her back was straight, too proper for this kind of place. Maria.
“That’s her,” I whispered to Riven.
He nodded, and we walked over. As we approached, Maria looked up. Her eyes widened for a brief second, then she masked her expression.
“Lady Ayla,” she said calmly. “What a surprise.”
“Maria,” I said, sitting opposite her while Riven stood beside me. “I need your help.”
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