Chapter 58

The rain has not ceased since sunrise. It clattered against the big windows of Luna's office, turning the light gray and frigid. The aroma of damp pine floated in through the open balcony door, but rather than being warm, it made the air feel heavy as if the entire packhouse was holding its breath. I sat behind Ethan's desk yes, his desk with my feet up on the chair and a pen whirling between my fingers. The documents sprawled out in front of me were not particularly exciting: patrol rosters, supply lists, and a half-finished note from the culinary crew about running out of blueberries. Still, it felt good to be doing something other than snoozing or "resting," as Ethan preferred to call it. "I told you not to be here," said the deep, unimpressed voice from the doorway. I did not even look up. "And yet, I am here. It's almost as if your orders had an expiration date in my thoughts. Ethan strode inside, his scent a mix of cedar and fire sweeping around me before casting his shadow acr