Kael's POV
The night was too quiet.
Even the crickets had gone still, as if the earth itself mourned her.
I sat by the window of the safehouse, staring at the half-moon bleeding red above the treetops. Its glow painted the ground in a sick shade of crimson, and no matter how many times I blinked, the color wouldn't fade. The same red had spread across the sky when Soraya died. When the world shifted. When everything went wrong.
I pressed my hands against my face, the ache in my chest a weight I couldn't lift. Hours had passed since we discovered Soraya has been killed, but it didn't feel real. Soraya—dead. My sister, gone. The sister I didn't get the chance to meet properly.
Gone.
