The Hidden Luna Queen
And then he trailed off, allowing himself to take a long, careful look at her.
His Luna wore a dark knee-length dress layered underneath a black wool coat and, perched next to her purse that appeared to be fully packed, was a pair of sunglasses. Not only was she going out, but she wanted to keep a low profile and not call attention to herself wherever it was she would be going.
The realization made his face fall. It was not hard for him to guess where she planned to go.
Not when he knew his wife of over twenty years so well.
“You’re… going back to the dungeon, aren’t you?” he questioned tentatively.