The Underworld Trials of Luna
Midnight sings, perfectly pleased.
“We went to school together,” Orion sighs, shaking his head. “For a couple of years, when my grandfather decided that she needed to learn how to read and be…socialized, or whatever.” He waves a hand, dismissing the point.
“And he tried to kiss me,” Midnight says, gleefully pointing her fork at him.
“We were twelve!”
“Yes,” she sighs, pityingly. “So that’s eleven years of pining.” She turns her head up to Jesse. “Don’t worry, mate, I was faithful to you.”