Chapter 391 What Do You Want From Me?

• Luna Scarlett POV
• The cell is cramped. Fred is sitting on the floor, allowing me to have the tiny cot. If he only knew what I have done he may not be so kind.
• The sound of high heels clicking against the cement floor gets louder as Fernando's daughter approaches my cell. When she comes into view, I sigh. She is the picture of perfection. Her dark hair is pulled back neatly, and her clothes are very understated and classy. She was born to be a Luna.