“and there will be the one who will tell you, as he removes brick by brick, that you will no longer need any walls… because he will protect you with his.”
**
Luna was sitting in front of Jackson in an outfit that had not been as bad, as the one Mathias had picked out for her. Dressed in mom jeans, a black shirt with a yellow smiling face on it and black boots, she was looking at Jackson like she had been ready to kill him - which she was. He had hurt her, and she was not going to let him get away with it.
“What should we talk about?” Jackson asked, Luna had to control herself to not leap over the table and hit him hard in the face. Did he not care about the fact that he had hurt her? She scowled at him, growling inside herself.
“Maybe the fact that you hurt me by calling me a w***e?
