Melissa.
Cypril’s voice cut through the room like a blade.
“Kneel, Luna.”
The command settled over me with crushing weight. For a heartbeat, I stood frozen, my body trembling, pride and fear colliding violently in my chest. Then reality won. My strength had long since been stripped from me, at the altar, on the floor of my room, with every look of contempt they had thrown my way.
Slowly, painfully, I bent my knees.
The moment they touched the cold floor, something inside me fractured. The soft sound echoed louder than it should have, like a verdict being passed. I lowered my head instinctively, my hands curling into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms.
I felt their eyes immediately.
Cain and Caleb said nothing, but their gazes burned into me, unblinking, assessing, mercil
