LYRA

Sleep was impossible after that, my mind kept circling back to Moraine's expression when she saw my mark, to the word she mouthed across the Moon Court that I didn't understand.

Chosen, what did that even mean in a Selection where everyone was technically chosen, and why had the High Priestess looked at me like I was something she feared rather than just another contestant.

I sighed, running my palm down by face. What's going on?

The Moon's Crest hadn't stopped pulsing since the ...