Claire's POV

The two words fell like a blade.

My first Luna.

I didn't ask him anything. Not with the guards or healers watching. Whatever choked me, I swallowed it. I kept my hand resting protectively over my stomach.

Elara's fingers froze on the woman's wrist. The junior healer dropped her gaze to the floor. A guard shifted his stance.

Damian hadn't moved toward the stretcher.

He stayed turned to me, his arm brushing mine. His face wore a look I'd never seen. Deep confusion masked his features. It shocked me; Damian was always so certain.

I forced my mind past the ache in my chest.

A dead Luna didn't...