Alpha's Regret: His Betrayed Luna
I say, hastily changing the topic, thankfully it works.
Nova puts her hand out, fingers trembling. “Let me see,"
"You are such a meddler," I roll my eyes before I hand her the phone. Thalia stays in her seat, by my dressing mirror, watching Nova expectantly.
My baby sister flashes me a smile, "Im a sister's keeper," she says, her attention shifting to the device in her hand. She scrolls with a frown, "Blue Moonlight, Moon Essence, Red Haze, Silverline, Dark Moon. They're all too far."
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