Alora’s POV

It was already dawn, and I hadn't been able to sleep a wink because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Morgan dying in my arms, his heart coming to a halt, silver heat bursting through my veins, burning me hollow as I forced life back into him.

In the morning, I was woken up by a knock on the door.

Before I could ask who, it was, Jones walked in with Leo on tour. He jumped onto my bed and curled up beside me.

“Good morning, Luna” he cooed, wrapping his tiny arms around ...