Sireen’s POV

Morning comes, and even if I’m already dressed for my classes, the events of the last day alone make me stay rooted to the edge of my bed, unmoving. The list of what more I’ve lost in the span of a day becomes glaringly clear, and I don’t know how much of it could’ve been avoided if I’d done things differently, but I regret my actions now.

I’ve lost Camilla, the only person who I can call a friend through all this. Trevor hates my very existence and the notion that the moon goddess dared tie our souls together, and as much as I want to hate him...