Selvara's POV

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in cold darkness and chains wrapped around my wrists and ankles.

"Finally awake," a voice said and when I turned my head, an old woman sat in the corner. Her hair was white and her face was lined with deep wrinkles.

"Where am I?" I croaked.

"The dungeons beneath the temple," she replied. "Where Ronan keeps his collection."

I tried to sit up but the chains held me down. "Who are you?"

"Moira," she said. "I was Luna Queen fifty years ago. ...