Relieved, Luna let his arm go. “Trust me,” she said, “when you’re older and you look back, you’ll get it.” Luna wasn’t sure what she’d tell Peitho later, probably that the boy had gotten cold feet and took off. She didn’t think Peitho would bother to retaliate against him for that. She would, most likely, just forget about him. That would be for the best.
Luna couldn’t sense gods, but she felt like the hairs on her arms suddenly stood to attention.
“Kaden.” The voice came drifting across the room towards them, spoken in a purr but somehow impossible not to hear. Peitho was standing over in front of the windows, the open bathroom door behind her. She was dressed only in a floor length white silk robe.