69. Cruel!

"You're okay Luna, let me go see the others." Enrique grabs my wrist and pulls away from the man. His rough snort of breath sounded in my ear as I passed him. His gaze which was as sharp as the tip of my father's spear accompanied me. There was a warm rush that suddenly emerged from my heart, why, what is this? Who exactly is he?

"You want this?" Enrique stops at the drinks table, he picks up a glass of the deep orange one and hands it to me but I shake my head and select

"I want the blue one," I say. He grinned slightly and took it.

"Special for you Luna."

I am Tharique's Luna, but he cares about other women instead. Wasn't I supposed to be by his side when he was sick? God, what kind of Luna am I?

We walked to a deserted area of ​​the park. There are two chairs and a small table. We sat facing each other while watching the excitement of the party in the pool. It's still winter, and even though it's not freezing, it can make your body shiver if you get into a swimming pool for a