With the grace of a spoiled werewolf princess, she subtly raised her hand, let it trail up to her hair… and with the most casual flick of her fingers, gave Seliora the royal middle one.
From across the room, Luna saw Seliora's already pale face turn a dangerous shade of pink. It was pure rage.
Luna, smug and victorious, let out a soft chuckle.
Damien leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "What's funny?"
She glanced up at him. "Nothing. Just inside humour."
"Should I be worried?" he teased, smirking as he scanned the room and finally noticed Seliora's death stare. "Ah. Got it."
The ceremony continued. Applause broke out as Lord Bishop rocked his new grandbaby proudly before handing the child to its wide-eyed, vampire parents.
Damien watched them closely, a strange softness spreading over his usually unreadable features. He leaned a bit closer to Luna. "That could be us."
She followed his gaze. And something about it tugged at the strings of her soul.
