The honest, matter-of-factness of his words made her close her eyes as she absorbed them. Her brother. He was in the underworld too. And he had been searching for her. "What's his name?" her voice croaked. "Tristan Caine," the man behind her spoke, his voice neutral. "And… what's my name?" A hand turned her face to the side, her eyes locking with his in the moonlight. "Luna." Luna. It felt strange. She didn't feel like a Luna.
