Gianna

"You..." the girl seated across from me says to me while pointing a finger directly at my face. "S-Savior. Light. Daughter of the moon...c-come to save us a-all."

The silence that has settled over the table is loud—I look around at everyone else to find out if they're as shocked as me, and I'm relieved to find out that they are.

For a second, I thought I was imagining things.

The girl has pale blonde hair, and her eyes are a striking color. Her face is very beautiful, but it's ...