Kian Sterling's silence was like a blunt knife, slowly grinding away at her heart.
She lowered her eyelashes, about to let go, when he suddenly seized her wrist.
"Luna."
Kian's voice was hoarse, those fox-like eyes that always held a hint of a smile now dull and shadowed, as if suppressing something. "Then tell me, who are you really?"
Luna Sutton's heart skipped a beat; Kian had asked her this question before at the spring at the bottom of the cliff, though that time she had dodged it.
Her gaze flickered; she answered instinctively, "I'm Luna Sutton."
"You might be Luna Sutton, yes."
Kian stared into her eyes and spoke every word clearly: "But this Luna Sutton is not that Luna Sutton."
She was shaken to the core, her back tensing instantly, panic erupting inside her like never before.
Has she been exposed? Did he know she's not the original?
Otherwise, he wouldn't say something like "this Luna Sutton is not that Luna Sutton."
