Nia’s Pov
“Oh,” Clara said, her brows lifting ever so slightly. It wasn’t surprise, it was calculation. Her eyes flicked between Rowan and me, something sharp flickering behind her concern. Then she smiled again, that perfect Luna-in-training expression. “Well, in that case, you should really stay in the car to be safe.”
“I’m perfectly fine here,” I replied, a little too quickly, folding my arms to hide the tremor in my hands. “At least now that I’m here, I can help if needed.”
Clara’s lips curved, but her eyes didn’t match the expression. “Of course you can,” she said, the sweetness in her tone so rehearsed it was almost impressive.
But underneath the honey, there was steel…condescension. The kind that said, You’re human. You’re fragile. You don’t belong here.
And maybe I didn’t. But
