Page 49 of A Dance of Water (Moon Song #2)

BOILING POINT

LUELLA

A z’s words lingered in Luella’s mind long after her bath.

Her skin flushed from the memory of the boiling water and his warm lips against hers. It was just as she had dreamed them to be when she used to trace their shape from the other side of iron bars.

Her first kiss freely given, no bargains, no theft—just an heirus who wished to impart her adoration upon the demon who had stolen her heart underground…

They had crafted something special amid the cold darkness below, and she never wanted to let that sweetness go, would fight for it with her life if she had to.

And that was why she currently stalked down the night-tinged halls of the castle, a hood covering her white hair and a thick cloak wrapped tightly around her to shroud her in shadows.

To find answers.

To discover how she could wield the tempest inside of her—do more than control the weather, but fight back against her enemies.

She huffed, blowing tendrils of hair away from her face as she expertly tiptoed down the hall leading to the library. What felt like lifetimes ago, in a rose garden of deceit, Vale had said just that, warning her in his subtle way of what was to come.

Wars are not won with might alone, but with cunning and charm to win the masses and trick your enemies.

She neither had charm nor cunning, but she—finally—had power. And that was the most important of all.