Matilda, the Luna of the rouge band, remained by my side as I lingered on the raider. The burning orange sky turned to red as it faded. It seemed to be a sign.

I maintained a composed expression. My back is straight. My breathing was steady.

Rhys moved inside of me.

Not a voice. Not a word. Only a flicker. Like a muscular twitch that was someone else's.

Matilda was unaware of it.

However, Maya did.

She moved across from me, her eyes narrowing with each step as though she was ...