My legs shook as I walked toward Mama’s grave. Marcus, my first, stalked behind me, unhappy with my insistence on coming here. I didn’t blame him. It was a predictable move, for me. And after this I promised that I would listen to his advice and not put myself at more risk if I could help it. But…
I reached the grave and collapsed to my knees in front of the stone.
“Mama…”
Mama couldn’t answer, of course. Couldn’t hold me the way I desperately needed her to. But Lună’s light caressed my shoulders and I felt her compassion and love for me. Her reassurance.
“Thank you,” I whispered, “I don’t think we’d have survived without your help.”
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Getting some writing done on the as-yet untitled sequel to The Last Lady of Lună
