LUNA CHLOE BAXTER.
I hadn't known what to do when that demon had appeared in my cell and taken me here. I had wanted to call out for help, but honestly, what good would that have done? The Lunas had all been locked in their cells, and my father had been dragged off to Goddess only knows where. Besides, I really hadn't had time to call out anyway. No sooner had he appeared than we were here. I looked around my new prison, taking it all in. At least it was better than the last one. Aria chuckled inside of me. "Well, that's the understatement of the century," she said lightly. I took in the plush carpet and the soft four poster bed that were in the room with me. She was right, but I couldn't find the humour in our situation. "The furnishings mean nothing. A prison is still a prison," I scold
