SHATTERED AND TEMPTED
FREYA POV
“Monsters?” Luna asked, her head tilting as she looked up at Steve with those big, wide eyes. “Do you kill them? Like superheroes?”
I could see the gears turning in her head, and before she could start bombarding him with a million questions he definitely wasn't ready for, I stepped in. Steve stood there like a giant, looking all dark and serious, and that "shadow" talk was a bit much for a six-year-old.
“Sweetheart, don’t mind him,” I said quickly, cutting in with a smile. I drew closer and held Luna’s shoulders, pulling her back toward me. I looked at Steve’s face—before looking back at her.