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It was a forty minute drive from Peitho's apartment to the address in Brooklyn where Luna had been and she'd been halfway there when Hecate had messaged to say she was bringing Luna home. So back to the apartment Peitho went, and when Luna returned Peitho opened her arms to the girl.

She'd been angry at Hecate to begin with, that she hadn't healed Luna properly, but Luna explained she had asked for that. Peitho had to admit she didn't quite understand Luna's reasoning of needing to heal on her own, but she wasn't going to force her to be healed. If Luna needed to heal herself for some very human reason, then Peitho would stand by and let her do that. She was stubborn, her Luna, and Peitho thought that might be part of it.

Instead the goddess kissed her face, her head, her hands, told her that she loved her, that she'd been so scared. She was relieved and disappointed to hear the man was dead, because she'd had such thoughts of sending Hermes after him to be correctly punished. If only he'd been a Greek believer, and her husband could have followed him down below.

But tonight was not to think of human monsters. Tonight was to meet Luna's friend and rescuer. When the elevator dinged, Peitho (tonight in animal print) made her way over to greet the girl while Luna poured them all wine in the kitchen.

"Hello," Peitho said with a bright smile at the sweet blonde she found there. "Oh, aren't you a lovely thing?" She leaned in to kiss Tinsel's cheek. "Thank you for joining us, darling. I'm Peitho."