Nefretiri
This isn't good. All three jumped when I threw the cup, backing away like I was a threatening animal. Was I dangerous? I don't know if I am, but I feel terrible. My body's on fire, and I'm drenched in sweat, my clothes clinging to me like a second skin. This isn't funny. Whoever invented this needs to be dug up and killed.
Now, the ache turned into pain, driving me insane. I backed away and got up, not caring that the chair crashed. They thought I was the dangerous one? No, they were the ones who would hurt me.
"Luna, it's okay." Then, Danny tries to calm me down, his hands up in surrender.
No, it's not. He was lying. Did they think I didn't know that? I watch as Danny moves towards his bag, and I back up faster. With my back pressed against the wall, I crouch down, my eyes always on them. They're what's in between my mate and me.
