Moira's POV

I spend the night in that luxurious prison, listening to the silence beyond the crystal windows and testing the boundaries of my captivity. The Moonsbane poison flows through my veins like liquid lead, muffling my magic until it feels like trying to grasp water with broken fingers.

Sleep comes in fragments, interrupted by dreams of Connor's terrified face and the distant echo of Logan and Lucas calling my name through our severed ...