"Arthur," Luna said as she materialized next to me in her chibi form, her diminutive figure floating gently above my pillow.
We were alone in my room, the Academy's enhanced security barriers humming faintly in the walls around us. After the Cardinal's attack, there had been a flurry of activity—urgent questions from Eva, concerned glances from Magnus, and Mathias's clinical assessment of the threat. Eventually, they had allowed me to return to my quarters to rest, though I suspected multiple surveillance spells had been activated the moment my door closed.
I patted Luna's head absently, my fingers brushing through her ethereal silver hair. This time, although her golden eyes glinted with mild annoyance, she didn't swat my hand away—a testament to how concerned she must be.
"Thanks," I muttered, my vision blurring slightly as exhaustion and emotional turmoil competed for dominance.
How could Emma be here?
