One Luna, Four Alphas
“If it isn't four-eyed Emily, making us aware of her presence,“ His cocky voice jolts fear through my skin.
I adjust my glasses as I look up at him and I'm met with his icy, hazel eyes. A low gasp leaves my lips. His smirk is menacing, and I just know my peaceful hours are over.
His name is Lynn Johnson, the third of the quadruplets. The Johnsons are known for their impeccable good looks and Lynn didn't come short on that.
With his nifty outfits and his sneakers, Lynn is always spot on. He's never in black outfits. Except he has to go in the same outfits as his brothers and black was the color for the day.