*Ace*
Once I'm in the car, I ask the driver to take off, happy for the darkness inside. It wouldn't be appropriate for people to catch a glimpse of us traveling together at this time of night.
My hand throbs with pain, but the anger that drove me to the club has subsided. Inhaling her fragrance helps, as does knowing that she came for me, risking possible danger without knowing what she would find. Or perhaps it was mere curiosity that led her to my side. "You saw Luna Duckling delivered to her home safely?"
"Yes. Do you love her?" She asks.
I blink, feeling confused. "Why would you think that?"
"Because your actions regarding her seemed rather personal." She says.
"Personal." I lean closer to the window and I peer out. I've never spoken about it, but tonight the past rushed back, a
