The warmth of the sun calms Luna’s nerves, but Kali’s warning lingers under her skin. Three days. What then? She will be consumed, she thinks, remembering the recurring dream that plagues her every night. She is fire, and would be extinguished. Or worse— There is no time to think. To rationalize her predicament is a trap set by her mind to stop her from reaching the top. As she moves towards the road, up the mountainside, Luna murmurs this over and over under her breath like a lunatic. No tim...