Grace POV

Luka's face swims into focus above me.

"Luna Grace." His voice is urgent but steady. "Can you walk?"

I blink, trying to piece together what happened. Lilith was dragging me through the dark passage. Then a shadow moved. A blur. And Lilith crumpled at my feet.

'Luka. Luka did this.'

He's already pulling me upright, supporting my weight when my legs threaten to give out. My head throbs where Damien struck me, and dried blood crusts my ...