Aurora’s POV

The silence that followed Luna Melissa’s exit lingered. For a while, I just sat there in the quiet room, looking at the place where she stayed pretending she cared about me, her perfume still faint in the air.

I pressed my lips together and refused to let it bother me. If I’d learned anything, it was that no one in this house ever asked what I wanted.

By the afternoon, I felt restless, so I slipped on my old shoes, pulled my hair back, and headed for the woods behind the ...