Ansel leaned against the desk, and I clenched my fists at my sides. My face was already burning, and I didn’t know how much more embarrassment I could take today. I stared at his feet while I waited for him to say something.
He took his sweet time, and my thoughts raced. Is he regretting letting me be Luna? How much trouble will I be in?
He cleared his throat and ran his hand down his face. Ansel looked as tired as I felt. “Is it true?”
His eyes had dark circles under them, and he was slouched over. Which part is he asking about? Me not having magic, or not being a real witch? I chewed my bottom lip and thought about how to answer without giving away too much.
Should I come clean? Tell him about me being a Lunar Witch? He doesn’t seem angry. But my gut told me I couldn’t trust him. I c
