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he muttered. Luther shook his head. “You might have to save us all now that you’ve obstructed part of my view of the road with your curtain.” Julian cracked his knuckles. “Just stay in this lane.” “Thank you for the driving advice.” “You’re welcome.” As Luther eyed the curtains suspiciously, Julian knew now was one of those times when someone would like to pull the curtains open on him and watch him burn. A little giggle from the back set his teeth on edge. “Freaking Romeo and Juliet.”

Juliana taunts with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I am your Luna, idiot and your Luna I will always be……the earlier you accept that the better for you," Juliet slurred. "You can never be my Luna….. Never!!!!...." Juliana exclaimed painfully. "Hahaha……" Juliet dangerously laughed. "Give me the whip…." She stretches her hand as she requests the whip. "I will lash your body with this….." She uttered with a wicked smirk. "I did nothing bad, the moon goddess will bear me witness that I haven't wrong you for once……," Juliana cried.

There could be questions asked. Juliet played an old Feisty song on a low volume, Lukas sang with her and drummed on his legs. I didn’t know the song. I hated to admit I didn’t know much of their stuff. When they first went on tour I was what, seven? Definitely still in elementary school either way.

Anderson throws his headphones and goes into the cockpit. Now I’m laughing. Juliet-We are such bitches. Me-Yes we are and I do not care!

“Jaren, in this world, you’re the only person who’s sincerely nice to me. Stop calling me ‘my lady’. Call me Juliet. Okay?” ‘Juliet!’ Jaren mused in his heart. Immediately he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. This form of addressing her was too ambiguous, so Jaren would never call her that. “My lady, I can’t,” he said. Juliet wasn’t annoyed and simply said, “Jaren, someday, you will call me that. Alright, go take a shower and get changed. Follow me somewhere.” “Where to, my lady?” “To find a group of strong people. People who can take Tyr Summers down. As long as he’s alive, I can’t sleep,” Juliet answered.

Juliet ducks slightly under the table, and I hear the familiar clink of her flask before she comes up with a mock-serene face. "Just a little liquid courage," she whispers. "God knows I’m gonna need all the alcohol in the world to deal with Lina tonight." I stifle a laugh and nudge her with my elbow. "You’re hopeless." "I’m a realist," she replies dryly. Lina, of course, turns toward us like she’s been waiting for her name to be spoken. "Did I hear my name?" Juliet coughs, hand flying to her chest with exaggerated panic. "Oh—no. I said ‘dinner’s divine.’ Not… Lina. Totally different word."

I mumble, drifting into the hazy otherworld of hypnogogic hallucinations and honeysuckle-scented lucid dreams. Juliet’s voice drifts to me from a distance. “I didn’t complain, but I’ll hold you to that nonetheless.” “Promise?” Her tinkling laughter comes from somewhere on high, like the trill of lark or warbler. “Of course I do.”

He won’t see me but the guards might. I’m not Rose, I’m Winter, the soon to be Luna of he Tyson pack. I have nothing to be scared of. I quit my pacing and lie back down on the bed. Am I truly going to stare at the ceiling until he arrives? I better go find something to busy myself with. Aunt Hyacinth tells me to enjoy all the free time I can because the moment I become Luna, there will be no such thing but how can I enjoy it when there’s absolutely nothing to enjoy.

Me: “Hello. Who is this?” New number: “Really, Luca? You weren’t expecting my call? Come on. You told me to call you, remember?” Me: “Oh… it’s Juliet.” Juliet: “You dummy. So, are you coming with me or not?” Me: “I’m coming. Just give me a few minutes to get ready.” Juliet: “Great! Then text me your address. I’ll come fetch you while you get dressed.” I send her my location. Deep down, I still don’t want to go. Clubs aren’t my thing, especially not tonight. But staying home is worse.

"You dog servant, why did you set fire to murder my daughter's chamber? Why did you want to kill my daughter?" Lancelot just sprawled on the floor, desperately begging for mercy in a loud voice. "I beg my lord for mercy, I beg my lord for mercy..."