Missing Luna: She Is Mine
I ignored Jonas’ protest and went to stand beside Lisa, my eyes pleading.
“Please lift your hair and show me your neck.”
“Okay, okay. Calm down. Here, look.”
Gently, she turned her head, exposing her neck where the scar was. I gasped, my heart pounding. It was the same. The same shape, the same size, the same location. It was Kiara’s scar. It had to be.
“How did you get this scar?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s from horseback riding,” she replied, her voice trembling. Her words left me gasping for breath, my mind reeling with possibilities.
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