I stared down at Natalie, who was now gagged and struggling against the restraints in the backseat of the car. How quickly the tables had turned. Just hours ago, I was trapped in that dark basement, rats skittering around me, certain I would die there. Now, I watched fear bloom in the eyes of the woman who had orchestrated my suffering for years.
"We've arrived, Luna," the guard announced, pulling into the secluded driveway of Matriarch Genevieve's villa.
I didn't correct him about the Luna title. Technically, I still held that position, even if Julian had never truly acknowledged it. "Take her inside. The basement room we prepared."
Natalie's eyes widened above her gag, panicked muffled sounds escaping as two guards dragged her from the car. Her perfect blonde hair was disheveled now, her designer clothes wrinkled from her futile struggle.
"Careful with her," I instructed coldly. "I want her intact for what's coming."
The guard nodded. "And you, Luna? Do you need assistance?"
