The Underworld Trials of Luna
Anton says, laughing as I grab the hairbrush and start to work it through my long hair.
We stayed up for hours last night, moving out to the terrace where the air was cool to talk about all of Anton’s mysterious methods for making Orion fall in love with me. I found a sandwich and a glass of water out there – my rations, I suppose – and ate it while Anton went on and on about the laws of attraction, and patterns of both ignoring Orion and then giving him lots of attention, and looking at him through my eyelashes, whatever the hell that means.
But…I mean, it’s more than I’ve got, so I guess I’m going along with it.