Kimmy's words clung to the smoke in the air, heavier than the crackle of the bonfire, heavier even than the laughter still spilling from the men a few feet away.
Only one survived. Out of Seven. Seven Lunas brave enough to attempt it. Only one could live to tell the tale.
Audrey sat frozen, fingers tightening around the cold glass of coke until it stuck to her palm. The firelight blurred the more she gazed into it. "You're joking."
Kimmy shook her head, her own drink untouched. "I wish I was, Audrey. The Crescent Trials isn't a competition. It's more like a punishment than anything else. To survive it you have to be especially favored by the moon goddess."
Her pulse slammed against her ribs, hard and fast like it wanted to burst through. She forced a laugh. It sounded thin and fragile even to her own ears. "Maybe things have changed. Maybe the odds aren't the same now."
