Secrets of the Luna
“Finally, my mate, Luna Grace.”
Taking my cue to exit, I moved to get out. Ethan held out his hand for me, allowing me to not trip with my heels on. “Luna Grace, pleasure to meet you.” This man was like 6’10” of solid muscle. The tattoos peaked out from under his collared button-up shirt. His honey brown eyes looked at me with hatred. Moving his curly bangs out of his eyes, he looked back at Ethan. “If you would follow me.”
Turning on his heels, he took off, not waiting to see if we were following. “Did you see the way he looked at me?” I asked Ethan in the mind-link.
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