The slender, bony hand lingered along her neck, making every hair on her body stand on end. Fear surged in her heart, but she forced herself to stay calm.
Mael Valerius' lips curled into a twisted smile as he leaned closer to her ear: "Now tell me, who are you really?"
His slit, dark-gold pupils churned with madness. "My Luna... would never admit to her own mischief, not even if she did it."
Luna Sutton's palms were slick with sweat—she was about to cry inside. Sure enough, this lunatic was impossible to deal with.
She forced a smile uglier than crying: "People change when they grow up—you can't expect me to stay the same little girl forever, right?"
Mael Valerius suddenly lunged, slamming her hard against the stone wall of the cave. His tall figure pressed in, hot breath burning over her as he pinned her there, hands gripping tightly, crushing down.
The pain shot up her back, draining color from her face.
