Iris
For a long moment, I just stare at the television, completely dumbfounded.
“It appears that this new artist, who calls herself ‘Flora’, has a bone to pick with our lovely Luna-to-be,” the news anchor says, shaking her head with a sigh. “I mean, what could she possibly dislike about Selina?”
The other anchor scoffs. “I have no words. Selina is a kind, charitable woman who any citizen of Ordan should be proud of…”
“Well,” the other anchor says, leaning in, “from what I hear, Flora isn’t even from Ordan! She’s from Bo’Arrocan, and a human as well.”
“That explains—”
I don’t realize that my feet have moved of their own accord until the television suddenly goes black. My fingers tremble around the remote as I set it down. Cliff and Miles glance up at me from the sofa
