The Miracle Luna
PRISCILLA
The girl led me inside, her steps light and practised, as if she had walked these halls her entire life. My thoughts spun in a whirlwind, but one question managed to break through the chaos.
“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.
She turned her head slightly, her expression remaining neutral. “Lilian, my lady.”
I grimaced at the title but let it slide. Now wasn’t the time.
We moved through the house, and soon I recognized the path—my chest tightening the closer we got. It was the same hallway, the same turns, the same door.