Averysimple choice, despite the consequences to herself. It had pushed the limits of what she was allowed without ruining everything, but the Sorcerit was dense enough that it hadn’t really broken any rules. Getting through to her was like trying to pull teeth with a cobweb.
She probably could have screamedBrandir is your fated mate and the world will literally end if you leave him right now!at full volume, and Lunara still would have been confused.
Destiny was funny like that.
Whathewas asking for…
“There’s nothing simple about the destruction of an entire planet, and we’ll need them in the end, so I’ll be keeping it to myself, thank you.”
Not that she’d ever be tellinghim.
He huffed, and she didn’t have to see to know he was spearing her with an impatient glare.
“I am beginning to tire of this,” he hissed. “Why do you even care?”
He would never know the beautiful, perfect answer to that question—not until it was too late for him to do anything about it.
Provided she made it that far. That theyallmade it that far.
“Maybe I just like messing with you.”
And…
Bam! Bam! Bam!—three more strikes to the head.
Why always the head? Oh yes. Right.
Because she was so wrapped up in chains that he’d hurt himself if he hit her anywhere else.
“So… predictable.”
Was that her choking on blood? Or was it… No, it was her this time. He’d shattered her nose—again—but it had rattled herjust right.Just enough to crack the door and bring soft whispers fluttering by, a vision with their trembling urgency.
The Sight was slightly different when it featured the present. Images were sharper. Less dreamlike. They played out behind her closed lids as though she was standing right beside them, anticipation building with each passing second.
‘Lunara? What are you doing over here? Are you alright?’
Essence within, he was a handsome brute kneeling down there. Slightly too young for her taste, though. She preferred them, well, abitolder.
She turned in her mind and looked on with grim satisfaction as the Moonweaver paled, grappling with whether to accept or deny the truth.
This was it, where the vision always split in two, side by side—one irredeemable and careening headlong towards utter destruction, and the other…
A monumental step closer to hope.
‘Speak to me, my little moon.’
Please, please, please…
The Moonweaver’s thoughts echoed as her own.‘It was true. Weeping Sisters, it was all true.’
There was no way, in all the worlds, she could have stifled her triumphant cackling.
“What did you do?What did you do?!”
He was many things, but entirely stupid wasn’t one of them.
Her laughter was cut off when his hated hand seized her throat in an unforgiving grasp, repeatedly slamming her head into the cave-wall she was shackled to.
