The Underworld Trials of Luna
But Midnight insists that they have to get back, that it would be very bad if the God of Darkness found them gone.
“Won’t it…cause a bit of trouble?” Anton asks. “When he sees all of your new stuff?” He looks worriedly around at all of the bags and packages looped on Midnight’s arms and bizarrely tied to her ankles. She explained that the ties will help her transport more, but still – it’s weird.
“No,” Midnight says, sighing happily. “He never comes into my house. So this will all just be indoor stuff.”
I grimace a little, hoping that continues to be true. But Midnight seems blissfully happy, even if she is surprised when I move forward and wrap her in a hug.