There was a pause.
A beat.
I didn’t wait.
“I’m not joking. She’s British. She’s got an accent. And she’s mean. She called me a slut and a tart and said Caleb’s d**k was a religious experience and she won’t shut up and I swear to God I am losing my mind because she keeps bringing up the balcony and the fact that I let not one but two boys eat my p***y and now she’s acting like she’s the co-owner of it and Caleb just texted me and I don’t even know if I’m awake or in a coma or if I’m in heat or if I’m just permanently feral now but I needed to tell you before I ran away and joined a f*****g coven.”
There was silence.
Complete silence.
And then. Her laugh.
Luna,” she said, dragging my name like it was a sigh wrapped in a smile, “baby, calm down.”
I blinked.
Froze.
Stared at the pho
