MARTHA POV
*Unstoppable - Sia*
After I used my new title, my new identity, nobody moved.
Not even the Hollow Moon representative, who stared at me like I had just placed a knife on the table and politely asked him which hand he preferred to keep.
Good.
I liked silence.
Silence meant people were thinking.
Or bleeding internally.
Professionally speaking, I accepted both.
The representative recovered first, because apparently men in expensive suits had a biological inability to remain quiet when a woman had just word-slapped them in public.
“Luna Steele,” he said, and the title sounded like it hurt his teeth.
Beautiful.
“We do not mean to minimize the emotional attachments the pups may have formed in Wisteria.”
“Formed?” I repeated.
His mouth tightened.
I smiled.
Small.
Helpf
