“You’ll have something to do soon enough,” Peitho promised Kaden, running her fingers through his hair.
Kaden was under Peitho’s spell, and Luna didn’t even know if she was using any powers on him beyond her own constant goddess-state. But if there was anything Luna did not want to do right now, it was fuck some teenage boy. Especially not after she’d talked to him for a little, not after she’d told him to leave for his own good.
“My scars,” Luna said, and there was a hint of begging in her tone. She could almost feel those long lines burning under her shirt.
“Your scars are nothing, my love,” Peitho told her. “You’re still so beautiful. Let Kaden see how beautiful.”