Page 171 of Magical Moonbeam
Somethingsecret.
A glimpse burned behind my eyes like an after image.
Curled wings.
Molten eyes.
A shimmer of teal and silver and ancient light caught in crystal scales.
No.
The dragons.
My stomach dropped.
I squeezed my eyes shut, forced the thought from my mind like scrubbing soot from glass.
He couldn’t see that.
Hecouldn’t.
I had buried the knowledge deep—deep, deeper than the Hedge, deeper than my magic. Only Grandma Elira and I knew. No one else. Not even Keegan.
But the image kept flashing.
Wings.
Wings in the dark.
Wings in the Library vault. Wings in the Study.
I shoved the thoughts away again, furious and sweating.
Keegan must’ve felt the shift in me, because he stepped back, gripping my shoulders.
“Maeve, what’s happening?”
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t find the air.
Because the thought came again.
And I buried it. I no longer could tell if it was coming from me or someone else, but it didn’t matter. I buried them all.
So many secrets tucked away.
You’re heavier with them than you know.
My eyes snapped open, and for a moment, the corridor spun around me.
He was still here.
Notallof him.
But enough.
Tell me your secrets, Maeve.
A sliver was buried somewhere in my mind, like a nail under the skin.
