Celeste stood in her office, her fingers nervously tapping the edge of her desk as Luna huffed in the back of her mind. The post-battle adrenaline had worn off, and reality was setting in. She could still feel the ghost of Hunter’s touch on her cheek from the night before, and it left her stomach twisting with conflicting emotions. Fighting side by side with him felt right. Too right.

“Pull it together,” she muttered, shaking her head. She couldn’t afford to be distracted. Alaric was ...