(Emi’s POV)The delicious smell makes my mouth water. I forget about how strange it is for people to bow and curtsey to me. I forget how I panic when people address me as Luna. I forget how my anxiety was bubbling to the surface. Instead, I focus on the yumminess wafting around me.“When I was a kid, she spoiled me,” Lucian chuckles before breathing in deeply. “Damn, I miss her cooking so much when I’m forced to be in the city.”I frown, wondering who this ’she’ is. We walk into the large hall where there’s a few familiar faces. They’re seated at the end of the gigantic cherry wood table with a lacy runner with a beautiful woman gracefully setting down dishes on pot holders. The moment familiar pale green eyes meet mine instantly and the truth stares straight back at me. Lucian might be the spitting image of his father… except he inherited her eyes and her eye shape.It makes all the difference, because he doesn’t hold the same malice and contempt that his father’s dark eyes hold. No,
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