Aurora’s P.O.V

The night air was thick with tension as I looked out the mirror, thunder clashing across the sky in the distance. My fingers clenched and unclenched around the hem of my sweater as I scanned the returning crowd in the courtyard below, my heart lurching every time I thought I saw him—Caleb. But it wasn’t him, not yet.

My eyes were tired from looking, my body exhausted from the hours of pacing, waiting, hoping. When Luna Maya finally stepped forward, her voice ...