FROM SLAVE TO LUNA
re
des, fighting every urge to spit at his feet. His golden eye
imes," he repeats, his voice as cold as the winter
tter than to provoke him, but the silence stretches too long, a
something reckless, the door
storms in with wild dark hair bouncing over her shoulders. Then, she stops dead in her
big brother?" She crosses her arms, tapping a finger
s sharply. "Get
pet," she says, stepping forw
her hands to me for a handshake. Unlike him, her features are sof
a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
face. "Her name is Serena and
the girl a break." Then, she leans in and whispers, "Y
stands, sending
uncil meeting," she announces, flipping her curls
s out an exhausted sigh before turning his gl
I finish arranging the books in the library with Sylvaine Sinclair. My body
t voice calls fr
curls cascading down her shoulders and unlike a particular Sinclair, s
he says, motioning
eely without anyone looking for a misstep. I just wis
s playfully. "Don't que
heads in her presence. Eventually, we stop in front of a grand set of double doors. She pushes them
he says, walking toward her wardr
r. "You have m
they all just agree with whatever
. I stand awkwardly, unsure why she's asking me of all people. But
ning in a deep blue dre
ering, my voice careful
n, then nods approvingly.
h fabrics and jewelry, and for the first time in
r expression softens. "You know, I d
se. "W
she says, staring at herself in the mirror. "My mother barely speaks
can I say? I know loneliness too
e with a small, genuine smi
uld use some company
time, I wonder if maybe, just maybe, I've fou
mber. The doors are cracked open, and as I step in, my
gs on places I recognize, the sam
rt on the attack that destroyed my home. I gasp
t, stamped with the roya
an's desk, my fingers shaking. I need something, anything,
rchment with rough markings, what looks like a battle map. The scent of
otsteps which m
supposed to be a
, his cold eyes staring straight into mine before he t
yes always seem to want to slice through me.
doing?" His v