Kieran's POV
Breathe Kieran, breathe. I tried to calm myself and loosen my airway.
But it wasn't working. I couldn't breathe. No matter how hard I tried, I struggled. My palms felt clammy and I felt hot all over.
Were my clothes too tight? Was it just me or was it hot in here?
I suddenly felt like the fabric of my dress had become three times heavier. If that were true, then it would make sense why I was suddenly feeling so heavy and on the verge of passing out.
Breathe.
I chanted the word in my head over and over again, but one look at the crowd was all it took to take away the little relief I had managed to get a hold of. A million and one eyes stared at me, each one of them judging, their mouths whispering.
It was easy to tell what they were thinking though, they all wanted to know who I was.
Who was this "Luna"?
