Luna gave a watery laugh that sounded more like a hiccup. "You're not helping."
"No," Lucivar agreed. "I'm not. But maybe I don't need to help. Maybe you just need someone to remind you that you're not crazy for being angry. You should be angry."
Luna sniffled. "You don't think I'm being dramatic?"
"I think you're being a princess," Lucivar said solemnly, then winked. "Which is to say, melodramatic by nature. But in your case, completely justified."
She chuckled, against her will.
"I understand. It doesn't matter how far away you are though, the mark heightens a bond. Being away from Damien isn't the solution."
Lucivar wasn't judging her, but his insight was always unsettlingly accurate. His gaze lingered on her for a beat longer than necessary.
