DINNER

Luna blinked and moved her head to the side where his voice came from. She slowly landed her bare feet on the ground. A sudden rush of coldness shivered through her feet to her whole body.

She wore a loose T-shirt that she found in the closet there. Aiat almost looked like it was hanging by a thread onto her body and was ready to break through any moment.

Her hand was still covered with a small piece of the band-aid. She bit her lip, sucking in the cold she felt while walking towards Carson. He kept his eyes firmly on her, watching every step she took.

“Sit!” He murmured, opening his legs, referring to his thighs. Luna could barely see it but she knew what he meant. She was getting familiar with the tone of voice he used for every command he gave her.

Without any question, she sat, quietly, keeping her head low and fiddling with her fingers. He let out a relaxing sigh before letting his hand hang loosely around her waist.

“Pour me the drink, Princess.” He growled, moving his eyes