Lola’s POV

And then.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sudden sound jolted me. I pushed him away instinctively, stepping back as the door cracked open.

“Dinner time,” a familiar voice called out. “Morgan, you and your guest are invited downstairs.”

It was Luna Katelyn.

Morgan’s shoulders tensed. “Mother,” he said quietly.

I was too stunned to move, my heart still pounding in my chest. I tried to hide behind him, as if that would help, but Katelyn’s sharp eyes caught me right ...