I went back to my castle, and oh yeah this Luna stuff was already really starting to grow on me, my castle indeed! Elena would not let me be. She followed me wherever I went like a lost puppy asking me torrents of questions like where are we now? Who is this? Where is the kitchen?

“So this is your room?” she asked, pushing open the door for me. Thankfully, in our absence and between last night and this morning it was cleaned.

“Yes, it is.”

“It looks big, wow Hayley you seem to be living generously proportioned. How nice of Lance.”

I swore if I heard her mention his...