The broken luna: revenge
countess Brenton whose name was rose asked excitedly
“jewel? What do you mean jewels, they share gems at parties?” I’m sure I looked stupid asking that as the pair burst into laughter, I didn’t care, but that damned name Edwin rang a dark bell in my heart that had me fuming and desperate for more answers
“oh ivy, I’m talking about…. opium,” rose said, whispering the last part to me,
and like a broken piece repaired, everything clicked, it was Edwin,
“on second thought,” I said catching their attention,”