Finn
Each night I dreamed of her, my Luna. But tonight felt different. Wrong. My instincts screamed danger where there should have been comfort. Her presence, which should have felt like coming home, instead made my skin crawl.
Every fiber of my being rejected what was happening. Something was very, very wrong.
I jolted awake, my heart pounding as I realized the intrusion. My eyes snapped open to see a figure lurking in the shadows. It was the maid who flirted with me earlier.
I leaped out of bed, my anger and disgust boiling over.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice shaking with rage.
The maid shrank back, her eyes wide with fear. “I-I’m sorry, I thought you wanted me,” she stammered. “I thought you welcomed my attention.”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “Y
