Night came quickly after that. The moods of the apexes had soured to the extent that even the drama on screen didn't seem watchable anymore.
It didn't help that the usually cold-faced Maera made a pained sound with practically every action. From walking to something as absurd as sitting down.
The apexes had all been legends during their time, strongest in their respective worlds. Maera was no different. But from her reactions, they could tell this pain was unlike anything they'd ever felt. Beyond death. Beyond birth.
The sun had fallen. The moon had ascended.
Lirae made her way out of the large building that belonged to the teenager who now ruled their world.
Atticus had originally built the house for himself and his closest family, but she and the apexes had basically claimed it as home.
Not that anyone minded. Anastasia, especially, had been very welcoming, more so to anyone who claimed to be Atticus' friend.
