Elina’s fingers tightened around the necklace as she studied Mina’s face.
There was something in Mina’s eyes—something sharp, venomous, almost unhinged.
“Ma'am … humm.. Luna.... are you okay?” Elina asked softly, cautiously.
Instead of answering, Mina’s hand whipped through the air—
SLAP!
Elina gasped as her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning.
“W-What—?”
“You!” Mina spat. “A little girl like you—learning to be a seductress?”
Elina blinked in stunned confusion. “Seductress? What are you talking about? Who am I trying to seduce?”
Before Mina could twist another accusation, rapid footsteps echoed from the entrance.
Damon ran into the arena, breath heavy from sprinting. He paused when he saw Mina… and immediately recognized her.
“Mate of Theo,” he muttered under his breath.
