The Substitute Luna’s Revenge
That was the part that unsettled me most, not what Jenna said, but how instantly, how completely, it rewrote the last four months.
Months of Kenna eating alone while people called her false Luna under their breath. Months of a woman who’d agreed to a war she didn’t start, in a marriage she didn’t want, and one sentence from Jenna had smoothed all of it into a story about sisterly love.
I thought of Kenna kneeling in the dirt an hour ago, wrist glowing, eyes wide with something closer to fear than wonder. I thought of the way she’d looked up at me right before the messenger came crashing through the hedge, like she’d been hoping, just once, that someone would stay.