POV: Theo

I knew something was wrong the moment Luna stopped pretending. We were in our shared quarters at the Survivor Camp, and she sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands with an expression I'd never seen before. Cold. Analytical. Empty of the warmth that had made her Luna.

"I don't need to hide anymore," she said, her voice different. Smoother. Like silk wrapped around broken glass. "The pretense was exhausting. I'm glad it's over."

My chest tightened. "Luna?"

She looked at me, and her eyes were wrong. Still the same amber color, but there was nothing behind them that recognized me as anything more than...