Abby's POV
Returning to the room with Erin and Noah, I froze. My mother stood in front of the table, eyes gleaming as she admired the instruments laid out before her—tools of pain, of humiliation. Seeing this side of her, the one I had only ever heard whispered about, was unnerving. She picked up a whip with silver-tipped ends, and the man in the shackles whimpered, a twisted smile curling on her lips. She turned her gaze to Zebrik, her voice sickly sweet.
"Are we ready, dear?" she purred. "You ask the questions, and I’ll help him remember the correct answers."
Burnts voice stirred in my head, "If you truly want to be Luna, Abby," , "you should take notes. The Goddess planned on your mother being Luna. This side of her though rarely seen, is a necessary trait of a true leader."
I leane
