The Underworld Trials of Luna
she whispers, flipping fast through the disc options.
“Um, not all of them,” I say. She turns to me, devastated. “But some!”
Laila perks up, and Anton and I laugh, and I put on another movie for her. Another children’s one, as it seems the better way to ease our friend into the world of screen media. This time the movie is an adaptation of the mermaid story, with lots of songs and a good bit of romance.
About a quarter of the way through the movie someone clears their throat behind us. As one, Anton, Laila, and I all turn to see the Prince of the Underworld standing behind us, his arms crossed, frowning at the screen.