His Prophesied Luna
Kiara dozed off after she spent a better portion of her time crying, and the next time she opened her eyes, she was greeted with a very horrible headache, the persistent knocks on the door did nothing to ease the headache.
Grudgingly, she stood up and trudged to the door, half expecting it to be Amira or Devon, but it was Gwen and her eyes, the only thing visible from the mountain of books she was carrying lit up. “Thank God you opened the door, I was about to break the door,”
Without waiting for an invitation, Gwen brushed past her and walked into the room, where she dumped all those books on the bed then stretched her arms. “Those little shits weigh a ton.”
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