His Royal Breeder
She walked over to the mirror, looking at her reflection and the red mark on her shoulder where my blast had hit her.
She touched the burnt skin and winced.
"You think you're good?" she asked, looking at me through the glass. "Good people sacrifice themselves for others. Evil people let others sacrifice themselves for them. Which one are you, Luna?"
"Get out," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
"Gladly," Hailey said, grabbing a silk robe from my chair and wrapping it around herself.
She stopped at the door and looked back. "By the way, Zayn is in the war room. He’s planning the first wave. If I were you, I’d go look at the faces of the men he’s sending to die first. It might help you sleep b