Stand-In Luna: The Alpha's Real Mate
She tried to pull away with all her strength, but I gripped her hands firmly—there was no escaping.
The beam hit her hands. When the technician switched to the cold light again, the palms of Bonnie’s hands began to emit a faint white glow.
Gasps echoed throughout the room.
I spoke calmly, “Earlier in the fitting room, when Bonnie cut the button off the dress, she touched it—and because she clenched it in her palm before flushing it down the toilet, her hands were stained with the same special substance. That’s why her skin reacts to the light as well.”
Following my signal, the lighting technician switched the beam to a warm hue, and just like magic, the white glow on Bonnie’s hands shifted i