Luna looked at Kaden and his offered blanket and then turned her gaze back to Peitho. βPlease,β she said to her goddess. βTake care of me.β
Peitho, face creased in concern (yet still ravishing to look upon), put the back of her hand against Lunaβs forehead, as though checking for a fever. βMy darling, are you sick?β
βI donβt know. I just- please.β
Peitho turned to look at Kaden, frowning as though considering her options. Luna felt the hesitation. βJust send him away, I need you.β
That seemed to be enough, and Peitho leaned down to kiss her cheek. βOf course,β she told Luna. βAnything for you.β She turned to look up and Kaden and said, βyou must leave now.β