Luna Scarlett POV
The cell is cramped. Fred is sitting on the floor, allowing me to have the tiny cot. If he only knew what I have done he may not be so kind.
The sound of high heels clicking against the cement floor gets louder as Fernando's daughter approaches my cell. When she comes into view, I sigh. She is the picture of perfection. Her dark hair is pulled back neatly, and her clothes are very understated and classy. She was born to be a Luna.
Phoebe stops in front of my cell, and I eagerly approach the bars. I flash her a smile, and she returns one in kind, but Fred doesn't approach her with the same kindness. He is growling at her from the corner of the cell.
Her brown eyes flicker in his direction, but she does not acknowledge him any more than that. Clasping her hand
