Kaden looked at her for a long time, his eyes searching hers, moving back and forth between the pair of them as if one might slip up and give something away. The caution on her face and in her voice… it seemed like the same kind of caution he’d used when edging around the topic of ghosts with Marcie, before he knew that she knew, before they both knew… “She’s…” he said, and struggled to finish it. Despite everything he’d seen, it seemed so unreal.
He pulled out his phone (the phone that was a gift from the goddess of love) and googled her - and didn’t look at any of the results because the first few words just blew it all open - it being his mind - In Greek mythology, Peitho is-
Kaden's eye went straight back up to Luna's face. “She is, isn’t she? She’s a goddess,” his voice was hushed as he shoved his phone away, and the bathroom door suddenly loomed very large in the corner of his eye. “A goddess.”