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I ask him, the tears drying up on their own, the anger, starting to show instead. "We're in Light&Fire academy," he repeats but that was enough to drive me insane, that place doesn't exist, we created it, I imagined it, I dreamt about it, but it's not a real place. "Paul, please tell me the truth, where are we?" I ask him again hoping for the truth this time. "Cinderella, you're Ella in the stories, and we're in Light&Fire academy," Paul says in the same calm voice, he doesn't sound childish anymore, he sounds like the ancient creature that he is.

LUNA'S POV I looked at myself in the mirror. I was different from the usual girls you'll see in New York. I had pure black hair, a round face with big gray eyes, a small nose, and a curvy shape. I was very well endowed but even though I was body confident, I got a lot of unwanted attention. I looked at the time and realized I was late. I bolted out of the house and ran as fast as I could. I couldn't wait for the bus and my workplace was just ten minutes away.

"You took a job making deliveries, and now you're working as a cleaner? Are you trying to piss me off? You, of all people, Celia?" Emma exclaimed, her voice so loud that it drew gazes from those around us. Even the lemon-flavored water in the glass she was holding shook a little.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

The question took me by surprise, though I tried not to let it show. I forced a small shrug, keeping my tone as neutral as possible. "It’s fine." I focused on the glass in my hand, swirling the lemonade slightly as the reminder of the six-month arrangement settled over me.

The sunlight seeped in slowly through the linen curtains—warm, golden, and languid. It bathed everything in warm, forgiving hues. Lily woke up for the first time in a long time without the weight of nightmares. No jolts. No screams muffled in her throat. Just breath. Steady. Real.

The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere. [At last, the open secret's out, and they can stop sneaking around like kids stealing candy from a candy shop!] [Do you think their parents realize how tough it is for their kids to scrounge up those sweet moments day by day?] [Enough said, let's toast to our old pal!] Marvin was in that company-wide chat too, and he did not miss a beat — every message was read. However, he never corrected their wild guesses or the face-to-face congratulations. He seemed to relish the spotlight.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

Steady. Neah watches. Her eyes track the glow. Then I do something Elena always told me not to. I push the light outward. It extends from my hand like a pulse wave. Invisible to normal sight but tangible if you know how to feel it. The energy washes over Neah. I watch her eyes widen. Her breath catches. "What is that?" she asks. "I do not have a name for it. But it is part of what we are. The light is not just cosmetic. It is energy. It can heal. It can shield. And in theory, it can fight."

"It smells like a thousand years of 'Wanting.' It’s not just a lubricant, Elen. It’s 'Inertia' in liquid form." "That’s what the universe needs," Elen replied, her joints groaning under the "Temporal-Pressure" of the eddy. "The 'Light-Reality' we created was too slippery. It had no 'Grip.' The First-Engine is failing because the universe stopped being 'Heavy.' We have to give it its 'Weight' back. We have to 'Oil' the gears with our own 'Grit'."