Sloane's POV
"Luna Sloane," he said, bending at the waist to knock on the glass. "A word, please.”
Please. That word put my racing heart at rest a bit. This wasn't Sterling's men, they wouldn't be this polite if he had been able to figure out my plans to leave.
So, who are they?
I opened the car door, and stepped out to meet the man that knocked on my door.
“My apologies Luna, I wish we can meet in much better circumstances,” he said, bowing slightly, and leaving me confused. “But this was the only way since I figured out you planned on fleeing to human territory.”
My heart skipped a beat, a thousand thoughts running through my mind all at once. Who are these people? And how do they know about my plans?
But I kept my expression neutral, bored even. If there's one thing being Sterli
