The doors of the chapel opened and the night came in.Maya felt it first — the cold mountain air, the smell of pine, the full moon sitting low and enormous over Nix's territory like it had arranged itself for the occasion. She stood in the doorway for just a moment with Alec's hand in hers and let it land. The white chapel behind them, the candles still burning inside, the stained glass throwing colors across the stone floor that nobody would see until morning.She had said yes in a collapsing building with an alarm going off.She thought that was probably right. That was probably exactly where a yes like that belonged.Alec squeezed her hand and she looked at him — at his face in the moonlight, the steadiness of him, the man who had traced a route on a map so many times the numbers lived in his hands. Who had come for her. Who had always been going to come for her."Luna," he said. Quiet. Just for her.She felt it settle into her like something that had always been true and had just
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