Apphia

Nicholas is not pleased to see me here. He's fuming as he approaches me. My eyes swiftly sweep him. Okay, he's fine, with not a single scratch on him. Drake and the twins by his side also give me a worried but disapproving look. 

"Apphia, what the fuck are you doing here?" Nicholas growls. 

"Don't talk to me in that tone," I retort sharply. He stops and runs a hand through his tousled hair, his eyes glaring at me, aggrieved. Drake walks past him and checks my minor injuries. 

"Luna, are you alright?" 

I give him a tiny smile and nod, "I'm fine, Drake. Relax. You trained me well,"...