Olivia’s POV
“You’ve failed us, Olivia,” Father said, his gaze sharp and his tone sharper. “We were expecting you to be Luna.”
“I could still be Luna,” I told him.
“No,” Mother said. Her own eyes were like daggers, each piercing me down to the heart. Even as a child, she had never showed me warmth. I wasn’t sure why I had expected to find any now.
Perhaps it had been life on the road that made me hope my parents would be happy to hear from me.
Instead, they seemed more worried about my presence in their house would do to their reputation.
“You’ve ruined all your chances, Olivia,” Mother continued. “You burned your bridges. And now we are going to do the same to you.”
“You’ve always been something of a disappointment,” Father said.
“I can fix this,” I said. “I just need some time a
