Hermosa POV

I left to my room boiling with anger, muttering throughout the way.

I opened my room door and hit my head on the bed. I laid there for minutes thinking about what Ragal had said. He called me his Luna when we weren't even dating — the balls of him to think that I was going to marry him.

The council of elders would never accept me. I had learned my lesson with Raphael when he hid me like a dirty secret.

I tossed over the bed thinking of a way to get past my own dilemma. ...