Luna Lyra
I couldn’t tell if it was pride, guilt, or something else entirely, but I made a mental note to keep an eye on him.
As the applause continued, I leaned toward Lyra and whispered, “You’ve stolen the show.”
She laughed softly, her eyes shining. “It’s not me they’re cheering for,” she replied, glancing down at Leo. “It’s him.”
“Both of you,” I corrected, pressing a kiss to her temple.