Luna
After getting to the porch, he pulls out a cane chair for me and I lower myself on it but Mustapha remains standing, a gesture that makes me furrow my brows.
“Take a seat, Mustapha” I tell him.
“Not at all, Luna” he refutes, “I dare not”
Despite my anger, I can't help but chuckle lightly. I know all this is because of Enzo, he sure is so ruthless.
“I am ordering you to take a seat, Mustapha” I tell him again, “as your incoming Luna”
“You are already our Luna” he smiles gently, “Enzo’s mark is already on your neck”