βNothing wrong with something new,β Luna agreed, putting her straw between her lips so that she could drink and think at the same time. Not that drinking and thinking ever went hand in hand for Luna, especially recently. It was more all drinking and no thinking. It was strange and unnerving to have Will in this place where she allowed herself to just be apart from the gods, to be as human and dull as anyone else. In this place, when people wanted to fuck her, she got to make that choice.
Not that she regretted her lack of choice. The whole problem she and Will had come down to was that she wanted someone to choose for her, but⦠some nights, (maybe more nights as time went on) Luna still escaped into the night and was just Luna, belonging to no one and nothing.
Luna wanted both of those lives. She didnβt think she would ever be satisfied with just one now.
And so logic said she should have left it there. She should have said βnice to see you, glad youβre wellβ and walked away back into the dancing people. She should turn her back and forget about him, still so annoyed at all the things heβd said (and definitely meant). Butβ¦ god, she longed for him despite that sense of betrayal. (That was a betrayal of its own, one done by her own stupid heart and body.)
And maybe yesterday had left her a little more raw, a little more open to this.
And so instead of any of that, Luna did more than sheβd ever done with someone sheβd cut out from her life: she opened herself up to more hurt and said, βdo you wanna find somewhere a bit quieter?β