Leila’s POV:
Waking up, I can hear muted voices, but I know they’re just my brothers and Lux, the packhouse's other inhabitants not normally awake at this early hour of the morning, too deeply asleep after being awake into the night. Doing what I don’t want to know. Like ever.
And what about me, I hear you ask? Good question. By now I’ve been awake for a few hours, the only time I can steal for myself, and have been busying myself by reading my new books before filing them away in my haphazard yet completely understandable system in my room. Candles burn to create enough light to read comfortably thanks to my preternatural sight, since I’m a Moonblood by birth. I shouldn’t have woken up this early, but I can’t help it, it’s like there’s some sort of internal clock inside me that refuses
