"Did he know?"
She didn't need to elaborate more. I understood what she meant from her gaze.
"Of course, he can't miss the part that he and you are different."
She smiled, her red pupils gleaming.
"Look at me, darling." She began in a fruity tone. As kind as she looked, it meant she was solemn and what she was about to say was really important. I locked my eyes on her and gave her my full attention, "Your father isn't the man that you think."
Impulsively, I mentally hissed. Tell me something I don't know.
"I've never thought of him to be any different than a coward."
"Good! Because that's what he is." She nodded from across the room. "And maybe even more. A murderer in fact."
I agree with her. Demetrius is a devil in a noble coat. I hate him.
"He has this perfect life. A Luna
