Luna's POV

The cool afternoon air hits my face as Cassie and I walk out of the cafeteria, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. My hands are still shaking from the confrontation with Alex, and I can feel the residual anger coursing through my veins like electricity.

"Luna, wait," Cassie says, grabbing my arm gently. "Can we talk for a minute?"

I stop walking and turn to face her, seeing the concern etched across her features. "What is it?"

She takes a deep breath, choosing her ...