DESDEMONA

I had barely slept since discovering the drawing of the first Moon Witch.

The image kept returning to my mind no matter how hard I tried to push it away. The woman in the drawing had carried the same crescent mark as me, in the exact same place. I had spent years believing the mark was nothing more than a strange birthmark, but now I was beginning to wonder how many lies I had been told about myself.

I needed answers.

But before I could find them, I noticed Muna leaving the castle.

She moved quietly through the courtyard, keeping her head lowered as though she did not want...