Chapter 167

I kept my head high as I stepped into the ring beside Dante.

I will show it to them.

“Our lives are braided,” I said to the Keeper. “Bind one, bind both.”

The Keeper studied my face—the too-young Luna with the too-old eyes.

She lifted her staff. “By river and moon.”

A shallow bowl was placed between us, filled from the three converging streams.

Wolfsbane petals floated like dark stars.

The Keeper