Aria’s POV....

The moment dawn crept through the cracked walls of the dungeon, I was already awake. My body ached from the bruises Serena’s rage and bitterness had left, but pain no longer mattered. Not when I’d overheard what I did last night.

The guards had spoken carelessly near my cell, boasting about the ritual — a blood offering under the Red Moon to strengthen the Evil King’s hold over the rogues. But what struck me most wasn’t the ritual itself… it was the name ...