THE LUNA OF PROPHECY
There was something about Gina, like she could see through me, like she already knew everything I was about to say.
I told her about Elliot, about the bond, about how much it hurt. She listened quietly, her eyes calm, but I could tell she wasn’t really interested in him. Her gaze never wavered from mine, and then she said softly, “You already know your root, don’t you?”
My throat tightened. Slowly, I nodded. “I think… I might be the Bloodmoon heir. I have a birthmark that could prove it.”
Before I could explain further, Gina suddenly reached behind me and pulled down the back of my blouse. Her eyes lit up instantly, and her lips curved into a knowing smile.
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