The Luna’s Alpha
“And that’s Cynthia…” Damien hesitated, his eyes flicking to me, testing the waters. “…the replacement Luna.”
Great. Another lovely reminder of how replaceable I am. Honestly, they could draft an entire squad of Lunas if they wanted. It wouldn’t make a difference. “She even looks like Daphney,” he added, fishing for a reaction, but I was all out of those. After last night, I’d gone mute—shut down.
I think he noticed that the version of me who usually fawns over him wasn’t in attendance. And he didn’t like it one bit.