Chapter 8 The Price Of Betrayal
- Luna’s POV
- The morning atmosphere was refreshing, yet I hardly noticed it. I clasped my arms around myself, not seeking warmth, but in a frantic effort to keep myself intact.
- Next to me, my father stood rigidly, his hands jammed deeply in his pockets. A lone suitcase sat on the uneven pavement between us, the sole concrete evidence that this was real.