Wolfless Luna
she said as she cut her egg, the gooey yolk spilling out and oozing all over the meatloaf below it, like an ochre waterfall.
“You’re familiar with her antics then?”
“This wouldn’t be the first time she’s lost it on someone,” Ava replied as she took a bite of her odd meal. “But it’s not surprising.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ohhhh, you don’t know?” Ava asked.
“No,” I replied with a shake of my head. Ava then looked around us, as if sure no one was around or listening. “Helena is in love with Prince Damien.”
“Helena? But isn’t she his cousin?” I asked, my stomach turning as well as my brain hit with a zap of shock.