Jolie POV

I'm staring at the torn invitation pieces when Luna finds me in the clubhouse common room.

She slides into the chair across from me, setting down two bottles of beer. "You look like you need this more than I do."

I accept the beer gratefully. "Thanks."

"So." She props her feet on the table. "Your father's getting hitched to some twenty-five-year-old perfect Luna type, and he's using your divine status for political leverage. Did I miss anything?"

"That about covers it." I take a long ...