Chapter 64

Luna P.O.V.

The wind howled against the glass of the tower room. I stood there, staring down at the flickering garden lights of the Fairy Palace, but I wasn’t really seeing any of it.

I was seeing her.

Kamajah.

The twin I had forgotten. The sister who had been stolen from me.

I had always felt incomplete growing up. I thought it was grief, or trauma, or simply the weight of prophecy. But now I knew it was the echo of someone I had once held in my arms, someone whose absence left me with a silence I could never name.

“She’s alive.” I turned to Adrian, who stood behind me, arms crossed as he leaned against the far wall. “I can feel her.”

He said nothing for a moment. “You don’t even remember what she looks like.”

“No,” I admitted, stepping away from the window. “But in the Starwell… it wasn’t just a memory. It was a connection. Her magic and mine… we were bonded. Even in the memory, we moved together like twin flames.”

“And yet, no one told you.”

“Because they were afraid. Afraid I’d search for her, afraid of what it would unlock.” I ran a hand through my hair. “But Sita knew. My mother knew. Ravana definitely knows.”

Adrian looked down, jaw tightening. “If she’s out there… then where is she? And why hasn’t she come back?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. But if Ravana wants me to break, to lose this war—then finding her is the one thing I can’t let him do first.”

There was a soft knock on the door.

Kinsey stepped inside. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes… they were full of something deep and heavy.

“You knew, didn’t you?” I asked.

Kinsey nodded slowly. “I pieced it together from the journal. Mother’s notes. Dreams. And… when you were little, you talked to someone in your sleep. Always the same name. Kamajah.”

My heart clenched. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to believe it.” Kinsey walked further into the room, sitting beside me. “It was easier to think she had never existed than to believe someone erased her from your memory. But now… now I see what Ravana was afraid of.”

I swallowed. “What?”

“That together, you and Kamajah are unstoppable.”

A chill ran down my spine. “What if I’m the weapon… and she’s the one who fires it?”

Adrian stood straighter. “Then we have to find her.”

“But where do we even begin?” I asked.

Kinsey pulled something from her pocket. A thin piece of crystal that shimmered with embedded light. “Your mother left this in the archives. It’s a locator rune—attuned to blood magic.”

“Fairy magic?”

Kinsey nodded. “It only works on those of your bloodline… but it requires a link. A personal item or a memory.”

“I have both,” I whispered. My fingers curled over my heart. “The memory from the Starwell.”

“I can use it to activate the rune,” Kinsey said. “But Luna… there’s something else.”

I looked at her sharply.

Kinsey hesitated, then said, “The archives said something about twins. That when born to royalty, they are destined to either rule together—or destroy one another.”

Silence fell.

I glanced at Adrian, then back at Kinsey. “You think we might… hurt each other?”

“No,” Kinsey said, voice firm. “I think that’s what he wants you to believe.”

I nodded. “Then we find her. We bring her home.”

“And if she’s been turned?” Adrian asked quietly.

I didn’t answer.

Because if Ravana had gotten to her first… if he had twisted her into something like he tried to do to Diondre...

Then saving her might come at a cost.

But I would find her.

Even if it meant walking into the darkest part of this war alone.