Luna didnβt get much sleep, either being fucked and manhandled by the war god or waiting for it to happen. So when morning came proper and the light started to come through the curtains, Luna was tense and exhausted and almost shaking fromβ¦ fear? Disgust? Or was it, once again, that anger that sometimes threatened to take over everything else?
Daylight. Soon it would be over. She assumed that whenever the hotel kicked them out, she would be free to go. But she didnβt want to dare make any suggestion of it.
So instead she lay perfectly still, Aresβ sleeping heavy body half on hers, and wrote scenes in her head for her novel, plotting out dialogue, picking turns of phrase. She lay still and she waited.