Serayah Morgan.
I wait by one of the largest portraits in the castle— it is Linda. She is wearing a bold red lipstick, and I think the picture was taken when she was the ex-Luna during her time. I can’t help but wonder what kind of Luna she must have been, but honestly, that’s not my focus right now. Finally, I see Sophie approaching.
“Well?” I ask, trying not to sound desperate.
“The spiders are dead…”
“Oh, thank the moon! So, I can move back into my room?” I turn, ready to sprint.
“Luna…” Sophie hesitates. “The room still smells really strong from the fumigation. Honestly, I don’t think anyone could stay in there for more than a second without coughing up a lung.”
The smile falls right off my face. Great. Just great. Is this my fate? Stuck in his bedroom again? Last night was bad
