"It is not a feeling that can be described," Luna said gently. Her gaze returned to Magnus, her heart tugging with fierce love. "It's… an unconditional love. You feel it in your bones. Even when he cries for hours and Damien looks like he's one minute away from pulling his hair out." She laughed softly at her own words. Motherhood had remade her.
"Let's take a stroll," Kyllian said suddenly, breaking the intimacy of the moment.
Luna blinked, arching a brow. "You know Damien will blow a gasket."
"Relax. I told him already."
Her disbelief sharpened her features. "And he agreed?" She could already picture Damien's scowl.
Kyllian smirked. "In his words: bring my wife to me in time or I swear I will pull out your heart and eat it."
Luna threw her head back and laughed, stifling the sound quickly so as not to wake Magnus. "Yup. Sounds like him." The image of Damien snarling such a promise was so quintessentially him.
"Where is he anyway?" she asked, curiosity threading her voice.
