A Moon Goddess Temple

Cas felt vulnerable for the first time in a long time. In more ways than one, he wasn’t afraid to admit. Mingan was making him weak as if she was some siphon draining away his better judgment.

She took his scruffy face between her hands, gold eyes—like fresh honey, rich with color and soft with wonder—searching his. She was biting her lip as if holding back some confession. Though she was not one to hold back for long.

“You’ve ...