Moiras POV

"Moira."

The voice drifts through the darkness like music I've never heard beforeancient, powerful, somehow familiar even though I know I've never heard it in my life.

"Moira, my child."

My eyes snap open, but instead of the sterile white of a hospital room, I'm surrounded by something impossible. Purple light swirls around me like liquid starlight, warm and alive and completely otherworldly. I'm floatingactually ...