"I don't need anything from you, Skye!"

It was early when I climbed out of bed, my calves sore after walking all afternoon. I pulled soft, sleek robe on over my nightgown and left the room, eager for a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, I opened the door right as Clove was leaving.

“Greetings, Luna,” she said brightly, smirking at me. She ste...