My Marked Luna
The guards grab my arms, pulling me away as I scream my lungs out,
"Nicholas, please come talk to me!"
"Let her go, "a low, deep voice commands. The guards oblige instantly, and I abruptly turn to face my savior. He's tall, about two meters high, and very good-looking. He's pretty muscular, but not as much as the warrior at my estate. He wears a pair of black shorts. His hair is arranged in neat cornrow braids.
"Gamma," the guards bow deeply. However, the Gamma's green eyes are on me; his neck tilts slightly as though wanting to say something, but he doesn't. He continues to observe me,
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