SLOANE

“I know I didn’t hear you right.” I muttered in utter disbelief, loud enough for her to hear.

She stepped forward, careful. “You heard me right. Or am I wrong? Can you prove you ain’t truly a fake Luna?” She wiggled a brow, challenging me.

My face tightened with fury.

Just then, the two maids rushed towards her in fear.

“You ain’t allowed to speak to the Luna that way, Ms. Isla.” They shook their heads. “Better yet, let’s lead you out of here.” The maids ...