"No," Luna said with a shake of her head, trying to think of the right words. "I didn't want to ruin your night," she said, looking back at Peitho as well. Peitho sighed and came over, laying a kiss on her hair.
"We love you," she assured her, running her hands through Hermes' hair, "and Aphrodite ruins any night she's part of anyway."
"I'm not hurt," she told them, because she wanted that to be true. "I'm just... shaken." She very carefully, very slowly, drew herself out of Hermes' arms. She felt trapped. They loved her so much, they were so good to her, but Luna felt like a bird in a snare.
"You'll come sleep with us tonight," Peitho told the girl, her voice soft. "We'll make you forget him completely."
Luna smiled up at her goddess: her patented and excellent fake smile that fooled even the gods. "Thank you," she told her.