Lydia pov.
"Father," I whispered softly as I watched him slowly approach where I stood, and all I did was stare deeply into his eyes.
"Father," I repeated, this time he raised his hands, signaling me to stop my words.
"You don't have any right to speak," he yelled angrily in my face, and I felt a sharp pang of pain coursing through my veins.
Edward walked over to his father, confusion evident on his face as he inquired, "Father, what are you doing?" However, all his dad did was toss a paper to me. I slowly picked it up and examined it, only to discover it was a picture of me with my long, flowing hair. But how did Father obtain this?
I gazed up at him as he continued to glare at me with anger, and he approached me with a booming voice, demanding, "Tell me, are you the Moonlight Luna?"
