Relieved, Luna let his arm go. βTrust me,β she said, βwhen youβre older and you look back, youβll get it.β Luna wasnβt sure what sheβd tell Peitho later, probably that the boy had gotten cold feet and took off. She didnβt 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 couldnβt sense gods, but she felt like the hairs on her arms suddenly stood to attention.
βKaden.β 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.