The Twice-Rejected Luna, His Only Healer
she said, her tone challenging.
Sandra’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “Well, let’s just say I hate her existence,” she replied, her tone casual but loaded.
“How convenient,” Morgana muttered under her breath. Sarcasm dripping from her words.
Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly irritated. “Ladies, if you’re done trading insults, we have more pressing matters to discuss. He stepped between them, his tone commanding. “We’ve set the stage with the hypnosis. Sandra, you know what to do next.”