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A Tea with the Luna

"Why are we taking time?" The woman dressed in all black straightened her back on her seat as she asked in confusion at the man who was just as pale as her, who had eyes that were all black, standing by the open window, staring at the half-moon.

"Here we go again," the man said, sighing. He finds that there is no need for them to rush the captivity of Elinor and that sickly bastard uncle of hers who had the nerve to escape after making a deal with them.

But technically saying, Ernest did not escape. They let him run and hide because it is more fun. Oh, the thrill, the chase, and knowing that in the end, The Spirits will get the last laugh, always.

"Stop it, Aurora. You sound nothing like us, calm and quiet. Tell me, do you not know how powerful you are?" The man looked over at his shoulder to look at Aurora.

She crossed her arms, "I know. But we both know that a were-witch hybrid is far more powerful. We're lucky enough that Elinor was blind to her power. She is fa