Desiree pov
The following day, I slipped away from the arms of my mate and went to my room. After cleaning and changing my outfit, I went to the kitchen to assist.
I barely took two steps before I collided into someone.
“Oops,” I muttered, instinctively rubbing my forehead as a small jolt of pain shot through it.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you coming,” the girl said quickly.
Her voice was light, almost musical but the moment her eyes landed on me, everything about her expression changed.
They lit up “Luna Desiree.”
I froze slightly, caught off guard by the way she said my name like she already knew me.
I studied her carefully, my brows knitting together in confusion. She looked about my age, maybe slightly younger, with a lively energy that was impossible to ignore.
“I’m sorry,”
