MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON
The mark on my wrist burned hotter.
The goddess smiled sadly. "When the First Queen died, her soul shattered." I remembered the vision, the sacrifice, the divided soul. The goddess nodded slightly, as if she knew exactly what I'd seen. "Part of her remained with me." A pause. "Part remained with the world." Another pause. "And part remained with him." Everyone knew who she meant. The Hollow King. The ancient mate. The one still waiting above. The goddess's eyes darkened. "The First Queen's soul was never reunited." A terrible realization formed, slowly, horribly. "What did you do?" The goddess looked at me. And for the first time, uncertainty appeared in her eyes. Not fear. Regret. "I create