CHAPTER 7
BRIANNA’S POV
“So you come into my castle as nothing more than a slave my husband had bought out of mercy,” I stood, glued to the ground as the Luna walked around me. Like a razor, her eyes prickled my being and her voice sounded somewhat jealous, angry, proud and above all territorial. At that moment, there was no difference between her and a tigress waiting to feast on the flesh of her prey. “Wear an exquisite gown befitting only for a Luna like me and still go ahead to have dinner with my husband,” she stressed the last word.
Oh goodness! I have stepped into another hell of a castle as I thought so. Crossed paths with the double ganger of Hermes’s sister. Only this time, it was only her alone, without Hermes. But I couldn’t be so certain. I was used to things taking dangero
