Within minutes, I was moving through the stone corridors of the palace, the guard's words echoing in my mind. The Moon Temple… urgent… you and Lucas.
I rounded a corner and nearly ran into Lucas himself. He looked like he hadn't even changed from the festival—hair still slightly tousled, lantern charm still tied around his wrist. His golden eyes sharpened the moment they met mine.
"There you are," he said, straightening. "You got the summons too?"
I nodded. "Just now. Apparently, we're both needed in the Moon Temple."
Lucas's expression darkened, a flicker of unease passing through his gaze. "That place has been sealed for years. Why open it now?"
"I don't know." I started walking, and he fell in step beside me. "But I don't like the way it feels. Something's… off."
His hand brushed mine as we turned into the corridor that led to the inner palace. "You're tense."
I glanced at him. "I didn't sleep well."
