The study room was quiet, but Luna's heart was anything but.
She sat upright on the cushion, her hands resting neatly on her knees, eyes closed as she tried to meditate. The lamps burned steadily, and the faint scent of ink and paper lingered in the air. Normally, this room helped her calm her thoughts. Tonight, it only made them louder.
From the other side of the residence, muffled sounds drifted through the corridors.
She heard them.
She had been hearing them for more than an hour.
Luna's breathing wavered, her concentration breaking again and again. The rhythm of the sounds made it impossible to pretend she was unaware of what was happening. Her fingers slowly curled into the fabric of her skirt.
