HIS EX-LUNA HAS A SON
A tingling sensation danced across my skin, and I heard the soft pad of footsteps behind me.
Reacting automatically, I turned around, throwing my hands up to defend myself. My heart outpaced my breaths as I recognized my attack.
It was—it was Flynn, but not the Flynn I knew. His hair was disheveled, his body tense with tension, and every hair on his body seemed to stand on end as if he were about to shift. His eyes, usually a piercing blue, now glowed with a fiery yellow intensity, a greedy glow that sent cold chills down my spine.