Grace POV

The Luna approaching me looks terrified.

She's dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and trousers despite the warm weather, her pale face half-hidden behind thick glasses. Her eyes dart over her shoulder every few seconds, scanning the crowd like she expects someone to drag her away at any moment.

'She's afraid of being seen talking to me.'

The realization makes something twist in my chest. What kind of life does she live, to be so frightened of such ...