Kian Sterling's silence was like a dull knife, slowly grinding away at her heart.
She lowered her eyelashes, about to let go of his hand, but he suddenly grasped her wrist.
"Luna."
Kian Sterling's voice was a bit hoarse, his usually smiling fox eyes now dark and repressed, as if holding something back, "Then tell me, who are you really?"
Luna Sutton's heart skipped a beat; Kian had asked her this question before at the hot spring at the bottom of the cliff, but she had brushed it off at the time.
Her gaze flickered slightly, and she instinctively said, "I am Luna Sutton."
"Perhaps you are Luna Sutton, indeed."
Kian Sterling stared into her eyes, enunciating, "But this Luna Sutton is not the same as that Luna Sutton."
Her heart was shaken to the core, her back instantly tense, with an unprecedented sense of panic inside.
Had she been seen through? Did he know she wasn't the original?
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said 'this Luna Sutton is not that Luna Sutton.'
