Luna’s pov
I looked at the painting and I knew it wasn’t him.
But my heart kept beating like crazy, is this fear?
I quickly turned away and stopped looking at it.
Why out of everything did I draw his eyes?
I looked outside and realised that it was now dark, he must have probably reached the capital by now.
What will the council decide?
Will they believe him?
Will they ask me to abort my kids?
Will Blake keep his word and protect us with everything like he said he would?
The next morning, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the room to find a pair of red eyes looking at me.
I almost screamed and then realised that it was the painting.
I quickly got up and took it.
I have to hide it somewhere.
or I should just burn it.
I looked around for a lighter and then found it
