Sireen’s POV
Something tells me that there is a big chance that Luna Elowen has already seen me, or at least heard my voice from speaking to Camilla on the phone, so I feel it’s both pointless and embarrassing to crouch on the floor the way I am like a thief, but I still don’t move. I want to stand up, but I don’t want to have to face her.
“Sireen, is everything okay?” Camilla asks from the other end of the call where she’s still connected, and I whisper while I press the phone harder to my ear like she’ll hear me better.
“I just sighted Elowen, and I think she saw me too.”
“Are you avoiding her?”
“s**t,” I curse quietly. Yes, I am. “I haven’t seen her since everything went left at their home on Sunday. I don’t think I want to find out how she feels about me just yet,” I say, and when
