My Hatred, My Soulmate
he asks, his tone genuinely interested.
Luna’s face softens for a moment, her usual sarcasm momentarily slipping away as she explains the nature of elemental spells and enchantments with a sense of pride. There’s a warmth in her voice, a prideful glow that’s rare for her, and for once, she’s not shrouded in the mystery or sarcasm that usually defines her. Within moments, Ryan and Brooke are leaning in closer—much closer—and I can’t help but giggle softly when Ryan, usually the flirt, brushes a strand of hair behind Luna’s ear, and she freezes, caught completely off guard by the intimate gesture.
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