Elena's POV

"What are you doing up?"

The voice of Luna Margaret sliced through the silence effortlessly. She was standing there holding the book in her hands and a smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. The same book that Andrew had wrested from my hands.

"I could ask you the same thing," I managed.

"I live here, dear."

She tucked the book under her arm as if it were a cookbook. "You, on the other hand, are standing in the hallway crying. Trouble in paradise already?"

The tears sliding ...