-Andrew-
The Luna keeps running her hand down my arm, squeezing my bicep with absolutely no shame. I’d feel bad about listening to her thoughts if I thought she would care. She wouldn’t, though. Tyler joked that she was undressing me with her eyes earlier, but as it turns out, he wasn’t wrong. I want to f*****g run away.
“You’re of age now, aren’t you, Prince Andrew?” she asks.
“Yes, ma’am,” I tell her, trying not to seem kind or welcoming. I mean ma’am in the sense she’s old, and not out of respect.
Mmmm. So he’s an adult now, and what a fine adult he’s turned out to be. I could teach him a few things.
Goddess. I want to be as far away from her as possible. I glance at the tables my family has been seated at all night to see who’s there to save me. Mom’s talking. Grandma A
