The Moon Remembered

LAYLA

It’s been two weeks. Fourteen days since the battle. Since the earth stopped shaking and the blood dried on our skin and our hearts stopped beating scared of the unknown. Since I collapsed into Del’s arms, the image of that day was still at the back of my mind and I still couldn't believe that I had killed both Kray and Drake.

The Seal went silent. Just… quiet. And something—peace?—snuck in after it. No warning, no big dramatic entrance. Just this hush that ...