Rowan shifted his weight subtly, his arm still hovering near my waist like he wasn’t sure if he should pull me closer or step back.

Meanwhile, Serenya took two steps forward into the candlelight, her dark robes swishing against the floor. She bowed her head just enough to acknowledge me. “Luna. May the Moon Goddess's favour be upon you.”

Her voice was respectful, but the undertone Iris could hear the disapproving tone in it all the same.

“Serenya,” Rowan said quietly. “It's late. ...