Cassidy
I was up before the sun, pacing my room, arms folded over my chest as if holding myself together. A low throb pulsed behind my eyes—a mixture of sleeplessness and nerves.
I hadn't been able to sleep after Kieran left in the middle of the night when he got a call from Damon.
Something wasn't right.
For days now, I'd been exhausted, nauseous at random hours, and far more emotional than usual. I'd brushed it off—stress, maybe. The pressure of the war, of being Luna, of everything. But now… it felt like something more.
I tried to ignore it but it wasn't going away and after the discussion I had with Kieran yesterday, I just had to know.
I needed answers.
I found my mother in the sitting room of the guest wing, already awake, sipping tea while staring out the frosted window. She looked over her shoulder as I entered, concern flickering across her face.
"Cassidy? What's wrong? You look pale."
I sat across from her, hands clasped tight.
