Zielle
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I'm serving us dinner when knocks rain on our front door. Lily's blue eyes dart to mine, her brows creased. We never have guests.
"Who could that be at this time?"
"I have no idea." I rise with a sigh. "Let me get that. You start eating."
The scent of spiced meat and fried rice clings to me as I move, my mouth watering. The timing couldn't be worse. I'm starving, aching for just one peaceful bite.
I pull the door open and find a bored-looking guard. He nods lazily, hands shoved into his pockets, his stance like a boy dragged to the temple before sunrise.
"What takes you here?" I ask, clutching my shawl tighter as the night air slips icy fingers across my skin.
"The Luna demands your presence at the council house." He says, his tone flat, heavy.
My brows knit. The Luna? At this hour? "Now?"
"Yes, Omega Zielle. Right this moment." He stresses the words like nails hammered into my skull.
