Four Years Later They Came Crawling Back
After the party, they would not set foot in my home again.
I was about to cut the cake when the doorbell rang.
A familiar, sickening scent washed over me.
Morgana.
She was dressed in a magnificent gown befitting her Luna status, flanked by two guards.
“Wow, this place is so… cozy,” she said, looking around my tiny apartment with undisguised sarcasm.
The moment they saw her, the faces of Sterling, Blake, and Kian changed.
“Morgana, what are you doing here!” Blake was the first to his feet, his voice filled with rage.
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