The Loathed Luna: A Sister's Substitute
My throat tightened around the air I attempted to draw in, and he did not wait for my response.
He yanked the door open, and we stepped outside together. The hall erupted, with voices raised in celebration that felt like stabs. Greyson leaned down, his mouth brushing against my ear, hissing, “Fix that fucking face, or I'll break it."
I didn't think my heart could sink any lower, but it did, sinking straight into the pit of my stomach as my lips stretched into a hollow smile.
"Luna."