Sienna's POV
I woke with a gasp, dirt and pine needles sticking to my cheek. Stars glittered overhead through a cover of trees. My body ached as if I'd been thrown from a great height, and maybe I had been.
The cave was gone. The trial was over.
But the face I'd seen the true enemy behind the Queen's mask burned in my mind like a brand.
"Impossible," I whispered, pushing myself to my knees. My head spun with the movement, and I clutched at a nearby tree root to balance myself.
It couldn't be true. And yet, deep down, I knew it was.
The person behind everything the hunts, the lies, the manipulation was someone I trusted. Someone who had led me.
Isolde. My boss. The Black Moon Witch herself.
A sharp pain shot through my wrist. I looked down to see a new mark forming on my skin a perfect crescent moon wrapped around a ruby-colored flame. The mark of the Second Trial.
"I passed," I whispered, tracing the symbol with my thumb. "But at what cost?"
