Chapter Twelve – The Mother

She hadn’t changed much, Luna thought to herself. There were a few added lines at the corner of her mouth, and her parlor looked more harsh and withered than they did those years ago. All those observations told Luna one thing; the years had not been kind to Moira Lake.

Luna didn’t bother to temper the thread of satisfaction that wound through her at that thought. She would be lying to herself if she said she’d wished Moira well all these years, and there was no reason to lie to herself. No one had control over her own thoughts, they were hers, and she could think whatever she damned well pleased with them.

Moira was a woman of average height, just like Luna herself. The two women stood at exactly the same height, and always have. But in the past years, Luna had always somehow felt Moira was taller than her. Probably because of the power Moira had wielded, and always exercised, over her. But now, Luna could see that they were at the same height. Nothing more, nothing less.

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