RISE OF THE SCORNED LUNA
I settled on the couch, a plush blanket draped over my lap, and they flanked me, Kael on my left, Arlo on my right, their bodies warm and solid against mine.
Sandwiched between these two powerful men.
The movie started, some old haunted house thriller with creaking doors and flickering lights. The first jump scare hit and I yelped, burying my face in Kael's shoulder.
He laughed, arm curling around me protectively.
“Easy sweetheart, it's just a movie.”
But then the next one came, a scary face slamming into frame, and Arlo, of all people, jerked back with a curse, nearly dropping his plate.
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