The Underworld Trials of Luna
“Oh, you love it, and teach it about Darkness and the art of shadows,” Midnight says, nodding beneficently like it is very easy and lovely.
“Where does it sleep?” Laila asks.
Midnight just looks at her like she’s insane. “On…the floor?”
“Who takes care of it?” Anton queries next.
“I don’t know,” Midnight says, anger rising in her and shadows starting to leak from her skin as she realizes that she doesn’t have answers to these questions. “He does all that,” she snaps, pointing at Jesse.