My Stepsister Stole My Groom
'Maybe the fact that she almost killed you,' my mind screams at me.
"Thank you very much, Luenth, but I am fine, and you can go to bed if you are tired," Marcus adds, turning to me with a weak smile.
"She is into your friend; she is Mrs. Moreaux to you," Drexon chips in again, and I roll my eyes.
"Yes, I am Mrs. Moreaux, but not to you; you can call me Luneth," I say, and Drexon throws me a questioning look, which I respond to with a shrug.