Keith's POV
The blue glow of my laptop screen cast sterile light across my desk, a stark contrast to the darkness still clinging to the windows. On the screen, a team of my top engineers were dissecting a quarterly projection report, their voices a dry, technical drone.
"…and as you can see from the integrated data stream, the variance in the third sector…"
I stared at the graphs, but the lines and numbers blurred into meaningless shapes. My focus was fractured, pulled inward to the problem festering in my own home. Two women. One bond. An impossibility.
The meeting droned on. They assumed I was considering their discussion, while in reality, I was sifting through the dead ends of the last twenty-four hours.
We had dug. We had consulted ancient texts, from books and other knowledgeable supernatural creatures .
The answer was always the same: The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes. A
