FROM SLAVE TO LUNA

re

ving the parchment behind

Not the usual cruel, mockin

his head. "With your hands all

xcuse, but nothing comes out. I'm de

ut a real laugh. I blink, st

ys, stepping closer. "You think I

just leans against the desk with his arms crossed, wat

l me, little thief, what do I

own off. Where is the usual col

" I state, totally confu

Tempting. But you'll have

e out what game he's playing. This

rd, someone enters the chamb

my stomach dr

an in front of me, even more

st my ribs as I reali

ly unfazed, while the real Tristan stands in

erstand. It has been Thorn

ir, identical to Tristan in every wa

"Just admiring your new slave," he says smoot

en, but he doesn't s

fore turning and strid

ainst my ribs. I just had a conversation wit

more on edge because of his brother's visit. I'm gi

, exhaustion clings to my bones. My hands are

my elbow knocks it off the edge of the table. It shatters in

ilence. Then, Tristan's voice, sha

s in front of me, his han

cold and final. "No food. Not a single crumb. Let

ne, and I'm l

my body is weak. I curl up in the corner of the servant

footsteps coming towards me and I look up to see Sylv

t, warm bread, and fresh fruit. The

her expression blank.

"Why are yo

ke you, do you not like me

y fingers shaking. "

happy that for the first time, someone in

courtyard as I scrub the bloodstains from the training grounds.

Just another slave, an

r his voice.

ling against the stone til

er eyes locked into mine. A smirk plays at his lips, one t

wer their heads, stepping away as if

uring toward me, "come se

ough the onlookers. A slave?

kens. "I, I ha

ow, amused. "Now, y

g me forward. I glare at Thorne, but he only chuckl

the grand hall, the at

semicircle around the long oak table. Maps, scroll

, my presence bar

pen, shaking the walls, and a fam

an Sin

expression darkening. A muscle in his ja

grabs my w

s voice echoing through the hal

ct before another hand cla

ne Si

lls and Tristan's ey

ething more dangerous. His grip on me tighte

of her, T

s a graveyard suffocating me

lpha heirs, with me

Tristan's grip tightens

do with this incident or me, but I know