*Estelle*

I was right. He had called for me after, what I could only assume was, a very tense meeting with Charles, only he didn’t look angry. He didn’t look much of anything, truthfully.

“Explain to me why you hit Isolde yesterday,” Gabe said, rubbing his temples like I was a child he was scolding for the hundredth time.

“She said I couldn’t be the Luna because I don’t know what it means to be part of a family,” I said bitterly. I was ...