The scent of aged wine still clung to the cellar walls when everything fell apart.
Before I could even steady myself, a sharp scream cut through the air. I lifted my head and saw Emma rushing toward us, her heels clicking fast against the stone floor. Her perfume mixed with the wine and fear, and it made my senses prickle.
Emma was my father's Luna now. Ashley's mother. But she had never been mine.
My real mother was miles away in a hospital bed, surviving on medicine and sheer will.
Emma dropped to Ashley's side and helped her up like she was made of glass. Ashley leaned into her, trembling, red wine staining her pale dress. Fabian hurried over too. The moment he saw her watery eyes and shaking lips, something dark flashed across his face. His presence pressed against the room, heavy and territorial.
"Vivian, what are you doing?" he demanded.
