His Rejection, His Loss
"It was a collective effort, and No, I'm not angry at you guys."
Zion sighed in relief. "Thanks, Luna Fiona."
"You're welcome," I responded. "And please skip the honorifics when we're alone, okay?"
Zion scratched his head. "Sure."
"What about Tiana?" I asked.
"Uhmm–"
"What?"
"Luna Fiona— Fiona you're releasing so much pheromones, it's making us scared," Zion said.