"My name," I said, my voice came out flat, cold and perfectly steady, "is Luna Ghost."

She stared at me.

The tears kept falling, the shock on her face was beginning to harden into something else.

Confusion. Hurt. The beginning of anger.

"What are you talking about? Lia, you."

I released her wrists.

Stepped back.

One step. Two.

Enough distance to make the point unmistakable. I reached up, pulled the mask off.

It came away easily, one hand, a single motion. I let it drop to the concrete at my feet.

It hit with a quiet sound, swallowed by the silence that had fallen over the pit.

I didn't need...