Luna's POV
"Let's go, Elta," Damian said, walking into the living room.
He's been inside the study talking with Dominick for over thirty minutes... I wonder what they were discussing.
His sister, who had been busy on her phone on the couch, looked up at him. "I can't leave right now, I want to spend some time with Dominick," she folded her arms.
"Suit yourself, you can always ask Dominick to bring you home," he rolled his eyes and started walking away before stopping in front of me. "How are you doing?" He asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "We didn't get to finish our discussion back there at that party."
I looked away, not sure of what to say to him.
"You know, something really feels odd about you... and even Dominick," he nodded thoughtfully, "but I can't quite place my finger on it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I managed to say, peering at him through my lashes.
