“But Luna is no longer in the cell. The bars are in piles of molten metal sizzling and popping at her feet. “Take your filthy hands off of my mate!” Luna shrieks.” — Yolanda Hatcher Copy Share Image
“I suggest you remove your hands from him before I break them.” Luna seethes, and I fall in love with her all over again, just like that.” — Yolanda Hatcher Copy Share Image
