Novaturient: Crescent Lovers
The whole room was now paying attention.
Luke broke into a laugh, he threw his head back against the edge of the chair, and his neck was bent in a painfully sharp angle. The side effects were kicking in, the blank mind. Luke is probably asleep somewhere inside the boy before them, this was his deep and drugged consciousness talking. His voice echoed in the room as it grew quiet.
“Ophelia…” Luke started, turning his eyes to Ophelia through his held back head. “The purest and strongest of the Crescent’s bloodline. The blood of the Moon Goddess courses through her veins, blood that is far more stronger than mine. And Noah–”
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