Luna’s expression darkened, closed up, shut off. He’d heard her crying. She didn’t know when Kaden had been here or what he had heard, exactly, but she knew now that he had heard her breaking down in a moment of vulnerability. It had to have been while she was in the bathroom, when Peitho had appeared to comfort her. She couldn’t think of any other time when she’d been caught, when there could have been someone unknown in the apartment.
This teenage boy that she didn’t even know, but who was here now in her home, had heard her weakness. The back of her neck tingled and her body felt hot beneath her clothes. She crossed her arms over her chest. “No,” she said, ignoring the light-headedness. “That had nothing to do with Peitho.” People always thought the worst of her gods, always thought they were hurting her. No one was hurting her!