All Luna wanted was to save her—her cherished friend she missed with an aching void, her cousin who'd stood by her since childhood's innocent days, the one who'd adventured through secret gardens with her, sharing whispers and dreams.
The letters Flora had sent, filled with girlish secrets and longing, and the countless replies Luna had poured her heart into, now felt like daggers in her soul.
[Luna D Merlin
Status: Charmed Possession
Personality: despair/broken/bit aroused]
She was ready to upheave the entire mansion, to rip it from its foundations in a fury of magic and rage, just to prove that the man Flora desired—the one Luna saw as a vile serpent—was not the savior she imagined.
Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!
The relentless slaps echoed like thunderclaps, fueling Luna's torment.
Luna yearned to drag Flora from his accursed grasp, to illuminate the righteous path, the noble way. To scream that what she was doing was wrong—utterly, sinfully wrong.
