Scout’s POV
"Is that a staring problem you have, or are you just slow?"
The words hit like a wet slap across my mouth. My skin burned hot. I looked over my shoulder, my heels sinking into the sharp gravel of the driveway, but the sentinel was busy pulling bags from the trunk. The woman with the copper hair was looking right at me. She stood by a sleek, foreign sedan that did not belong to Brown Reed, her dark eyebrows pulled into a jagged line against her pale forehead.
Alice scrambled past me, her knees hitting the dirt before her brain could even process the drop. She went lower than I had ever seen a servant go.
"Luna Scout," Alice whispered, her voice shaking so hard the words almost blurred together. "Please. This is the current Luna of Brown Reed. Alpha Nixon’s bride. Scout."
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