Kian Sterling's fox tail swished lightly as he grinned meaningfully, "The Young Master of the Phoenix Clan is famous for his flirtatious ways. Don't tell me he's got his eye on Luna?"
Corbin Crowley's silver eyes narrowed, his skeletal wings snapping open with a "shua"—"You're courting death."
Malachi Arcanus whistled, "Little Luna's so charming. Are we getting a seventh admirer now?"
Rhys Blackwood's face was cold as he dragged Luna Sutton behind him, "I'll go kill him."
"Will you all calm down for a second!"
Luna felt her head was about to split, shooting a glance at the old man snoring away on the ground, "Let him go, I'm exhausted. I need to rest."
Throwing out that sentence, she ignored the group of confused men behind her and stepped into the cave.
As soon as she walked in, she saw yet another old guy fast asleep on the floor, tied up with vines.
No need to guess—this was a witch Mael Valerius had snatched from the Dragon Clan.
