Chapter Eleven.
As Eliza walked to the awaiting snowmobiles, she noticed her sister and former love resided at the back of the silver-barred prison transport once more. Catching Eliza’s scent, Rein let out a low, menacing growl, snapping her head up and letting out a psychotic scream of displeasure when she saw her dressed like a high lady of the ice court, and not as the murderer she had attempted to make her out to be.
“NOOOOOOO!” Rein screeched.
“She should not have those things. I AM A LUNA!” she cried out, not for the first time during her time in the dungeons of the royal boarding house.
Greyson, however, remained silent. His eyes lifted up to see the girl he once believed he loved, looking even more beautiful than he had ever seen her. Something akin to regret bubbled in his
