Chapter 52

Lucianna’s POV   I jumped back in a breath and Fhoxia turned around, slowly walking back beside Roscoe. Did she say that I will be my mate’s death? “What the fuck, Roscoe?!” I exclaimed in a controlled scream. Are they trying to fuck up my head? Manipulate me? What?! “If you are trying to use me to have your revenge, try using a different way than this obvious stage play!” Fhoxia turned to face me this time that made my eyes divert to her for a second. When she seems to be still, I looked at Roscoe again and raised a brow to his ‘tired’ look. What? Is pretending to be a victim from the same kind of judgment a part of his game? “Lucianna, look at Fhoxia.” he started. I didn’t listen to him and my focus remained at him which made him sigh. “Fhoxia is not a living thing. The reason that she looks like this and speak like that is because she is but a soul sent from the Moon.” “Stop making stories, you fucker!” How can that be true?! I can see Fhoxia, she is real, she might not have a prese