(Cora POV)
It was late—quite beyond 12 AM—when I finally drifted into bed. The weight of everything I had heard before pushed down on me like a stone. The idea that we were taking up all available time and that something terrible was surrounding us didn't leave me. The haziness outside the glass was choking, and I did not know if it was my creative mind or something else.
I lay gazing at the ceiling, the wooden pillars above me creating faintly darkened regions in the evening glow. Liam had firmly dozed off, his breathing slow next to mine; however, I was unable to rest. The pressure between us had changed; his displeasure had gone to something different following the Moon Goddess' presence, assurance, perhaps, yet in addition something more mysterious. I could see it in his eyes.
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