Nefretiri
It felt like they'd photoshopped me with someone else, and
"You're staring again," I murmur to Ivan, who opened my door. "Is it that different?"
Of course, it was, and I couldn't blame him for how his mouth stayed open every time he glanced at me.
In the past three hours, a tornado of women attacked me. Luke's house became a makeshift salon upstairs when Amanda bought a group of girls from the packhouse. Jayla was right. I was being used as a surrogate for the Luna they didn't have. However, the only word I could use was insane.