Liam's POV

I can see the exact moment something shifts in Luna's eyes when she turns around and sees me. There's a flicker of something—recognition, memory, desire maybe—before she quickly looks away. She licks her lips nervously, and I have to force myself to stay focused on her face instead of letting my gaze follow that unconscious gesture.

God, she's beautiful. Standing there in the morning sunlight with her hair catching the light, even with that guarded expression she's wearing, she ...