Never Reject A Secret Luna Heiress
Percy looked as though someone had just told him that the earth was flat.
“In your world?” he repeated, disbelieving.
“Yes. And in my world, the clouds are pink too. And sometimes they can be eaten, and they taste like candy.” Iris twirled her crayon like a sword, triumphant.
Percy muttered something under his breath about impossible logic, and Iris tilted her head, considering him with the same sharp, mischievous expression she often wore when she wanted to test someone’s patience.
Then, as casually as if she were popping out a fact, she said, “Are you my mom’s boyfriend?”