His Stolen Luna, His Ultimate Regret

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venomous sneer. "You watch him too closely, Freya," she said, her voice dripping

ll in my hand. She snatched them from me, walked to the door, and

was Fiona, her mental voice a pathetic whimper directed at Alan, miles a

, stunned by the au

iend, who later confirmed my darkest suspicions. He found me i

his gaze full of pity. He then told me a sto

ger, had convinced her to run away with him in a grand, romantic gesture. He'd taken her to a hidden

his mother, the Luna at the time, would do. On the third night,

spot had been discovered by chance. She never knew

ering parents. The quiet, rule-following nature I had once mistaken for stability was nothing more than a crippling

tle lies, the unexplained absences. Every year, on my birthday, he would cl

ight Ridge, the Crystal Caves, all the beautiful, secret places I had told him I dreamed of visiting. He w

ect me. He was actively stealing my life, pi