Chapter 8

Luna Charlotte

Charlotte...

I have been here for about seven weeks now, and let me tell you here: I’m being held as a prisoner. I can’t go out of the room at all. I have been asking to see Damon since the day he came back, and that was six weeks ago, but every time I ask Giovanni or Vincenzo, they say he is in meetings or busy with packing stuff. I know they are talking bullshit! He is avoiding me! Why? I don't know.

The night he arrived, I could feel him; his scent was so intoxicating that it almost smothered me. The worst part was that he was so damn near, but I couldn’t hold him, nor could I see him.

The only times I was allowed to go out of this prison was when Peter was with me, and in that time, the whole pack house would be empty; he didn’t take me on a tour, probably afraid that someone would notice my scent or maybe Damon ordered him I don’t know; I was only allowed on the sixth floor. Peter was about the only one I had contact with. I would sometimes get to see Giovanni or Vi