The Luna's Stand

POV: MAEVIA

My boots barely touched the first step of the grand staircase when an iron grip clamped around my wrist.

The sudden, jarring contact severed every remaining shred of my restraint. I had walked out of the corridor with a heart turning to stone. The lingering scent of Vanya’s perfume had finally stopped tearing at my senses. I had grown numb to her presence in my home. My decision was