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Luna's Pov

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Sheets slid off of my lower body, and I rolled over, expecting to find myself on the floor.

Last night I vividly, remember falling asleep on the couch next to Hayley. We had spent most of the night talking. She had asked about me and my time with the witches. I answered her questions but avoided describing pain. I didn't want to think about how much suffering I endured. And in turn, I asked about her life.

It had been nice having an actual conversation with someone who didn't hurt me before or after. Honestly, it was a dream come true... The two men had left Hayley and me to ourselves for the most part.

Elijah seemed amicable, but I had yet to learn the other man's name. I wanted to.

To me, he was interesting...there was just something about him.......

My eyelids fluttered open and I soon realized I was in a room. It was spacious. The ivory walls were adorned with simple metal flower ornaments. A dresser set and vanity sat in the corner; not far from the closet.

Anything was better than my cell back at the witch's place. 

It still shocked me that I had Hayley as a sister; that I even had a sister, to begin with. It was all so strange. It didn't stop me from being grateful. I was looking forward to learning more about her and spending time together.

Warm light filled the room, differing from the moon's rays. Much brighter. Slowly getting out of bed, I walked over to one of the windows and pulled aside the curtain. 

Ah.

The sun.

It was just as I had imagined it to be. Warm and bright. Shutting my eyes, I sighed, enjoying standing in the path of the golden light.

For a few moments, I stood there, unmoving...  I felt a sense of peace.

After drawing the lace curtains closed, I went over to the closet. Curious about what was inside. I glanced down at myself to see that I had remained in my old ratty jeans and a faded tank top that Sabine gave me. The stained clothes hung loosely on my body, I was disgusted by them. I hoped that something in the closet would fit me better. It would be nice to look clean for once, and not all bloodied up.

Something shifted, in the air, and I tucked a loose curl behind my ear.

"You'll find what you need in there, Love, I expect I got the sizes right."