Luna's eyes fell on the altar against her bedroom wall. Her Gods, her loves, to whom she'd pledged loyalty and fidelity. Peitho and Hermes.
"I can't," Luna said, more firmly this time, stopping her hand even though it felt like she might actually die if she did come. She balled her hand into a fist to still her treacherous fingers.
"Will, stop," she said, more seriously, making herself sit up, making herself stand and stop enjoying losing herself in his voice, trying not to listen to the sounds coming down the phone. "Will, I love you, I do, and all those things we said are real but- No. I can't do this. This is breaking my promises. I can't."