The Alpha’s Rejected Luna and Her Five Daughters
“I do. I used to lie outside at night, back before everything, and just watch. It was the one thing Drogo never took from me, because he never noticed I was doing it.”
“What’s your favorite part of it,” Kael asked. “The stars? A particular constellation?”
“The moon,” Bonita said, without hesitation.
“Why the moon.”
She thought about it for a moment, wanting to give him a real answer instead of something quick. “Because it changes. It’s never quite the same twice, and it still comes back every night regardless of how much of it you can see. It’s beautiful, even when it’s barely there at all.”
Kael was quiet for a moment, watching her rather than the sky.