Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The picture fell from my hands. I heard glass shatter as it fell to the floor, but I was busy trying to keep myself in check. Was this it? Was I finally going crazy like my father? Was Seth going to find my body next just as he had found Dad’s?

I heard my name again, slightly muffled. I closed my eyes, but it was distinctly my father’s voice.

The demonic me grinned from the mirror, reaching a hand from the glass, almost brushing my hair with groping fingers.

What was a demon compared to my real fear? Demons were nothing, just sad beings that had it in for the living. But the things that lurked inside of my own brain were what scared me the most. My outer toughness was a lie. It was a shell. I was horrifyingly vulnerable underneath.

I looked down at the shattered glass around my feet. The shards glistened like stars. I had never seen anything more beautiful.

“Luna!” My father’s voice was a sharp command, and it brought me back to myself.

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