The Moon never speaks twice.

She commands.

And this time, she commanded Kael.

It started as a burn on Kael’s chest.

Over his heart.

A silvery crescent, pulsing with divine magic, branded into his skin like she’d claimed him again.

“What does it mean?” I whispered, my palm over the scar.

“It’s a command mark,” he said through gritted teeth.

“She’s called me back. She’s activating the curse.”

“What curse?”

“The one that makes me her weapon.”

Kael wasn’t ...