Evelyn~
"I finally found you, my Luna!"
I snapped my head toward Theron the second the words "my Luna" came out of that ginger-haired man's mouth.
I thought Theron would look confused, but no. He wasn't confused at all. In fact, he was furious, the kind of fury that made the veins on his forehead bulge.
His hand gripped the hilt of his sword so tightly that I could hear a faint crack, he was literally crushing it in his hand.
"How dare you call my Luna yours," Theron growled, stepping forward until he was standing right in front of me. "She's mine. Evelyn is my Luna!"
The ginger man didn't even flinch. He didn't seem the least bit bothered by Theron's anger.
In fact, he didn't even look at him. His eyes were only focused on me.
"So, your name is Evelyn?" he said, his voice softening as he looked at me. "That name suits you. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman ... my love."
