I stared at him, dumbfounded. Does that mean that everyone believed and told a lie all this while? Does Luna Violetta know about this too?

“What do you mean?” I muttered.

He chuckled, straightened up, and sat by the edge of the bed.

“We were indeed attacked by a band of hunters but he wasn't killed by them,” he replied. His eyes were distant like he was trying to open up a wound that shouldn’t be tampered with.

“What were you two doing in the woods anyways?” I was tempted to ask the irrelevant question.

“We went out for a picnic and a swim in that pond you were staring...