Matilda's pov

Blood Moon's tent was illuminated by the full moon, which rose like a silver blade, slicing through the darkness. All of the outlaws and vagrants who had submitted to Michael.

As the bonfires continued to burn, their smoke filled the air and began to smell like iron and ash. It's the kind of night where you can't hide the truth, no matter how much you'd like to.

My pulse indicated that there was too much planting in my ears when I stood on the circle's edge. It was ...