CLAUDIA
After Natalia left, I remained standing near the door, my eyes lingering on Luna Martha. Her warm, sweet expression had hardened into something more serious. It was rare to see her like this, and it only confirmed the doubts stirring in my mind.
I took a step forward, my voice steady but respectful. “Luna Martha,” I began, folding my hands neatly in front of me, “is Natalia one of the humans I heard Alucard speaking about?”
Luna Martha’s gaze flickered to me. She didn’t answer right away but eventually gave a single, deliberate nod.
I frowned. “I don’t trust her,” I said plainly. I had learned that Luna Martha valued honesty over flattery, and now was no time for polite words.
Her expression softened slightly as she reached out and took my hand. “That’s why I’ve allowed her
