Luna’s Lies

Elena’s POV

The morning starts with whispers and ends with a blade at my throat.

I wake to Marcus pounding on my door. He hands me a tablet with shaking fingers. “They’re everywhere,” he says. “Victoria.”

I look down. The images hit my stomach like a fist. Photographs of Damon and me at dinner, mouths close, faces flushed. Edited angles, cropped smiles, captions that call it seduction and manipulation. My face stares back at me with a caption labeling me a ...