The Luna's Tattoos
I couldn’t look away, couldn’t steady the shake in my bones, the mug of coffee forgotten, cooling beside me.
Damien leaned forward, his hands braced on the table, his voice low and firm. “Explain, Larry—how’s she your sister? You’re human. She’s a werewolf, you’re not. Start talking.”
Lucien nodded beside him, his green eyes narrowing, his arms crossed, waiting. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my tongue thick as I cleared it, the sound raspy in the quiet. My fingers tightened on the sketch, my knuckles whitening, and I forced the words out, shaky and raw.
Sikat na Kabanata