Jolie POV

"You need real clothes," Luna announces, appearing in my doorway with car keys dangling from her finger. "Not borrowed t-shirts and jeans that are three sizes too big."

I look down at my outfit Knox's old Iron Fangs shirt hanging off my small frame like a tent. "These are fine. I don't need"

"You need clothes that fit." She crosses her arms, giving me a look that says arguing is pointless. "And you need to get out of this compound before you start growing roots."

An hour later, I'm ...