KATHERINE POV
Dinner was a disaster.
I tried—Moon, did I try. Between bites of roasted chicken and spoonfuls of rice pilaf, I kept tossing conversational lifelines across the table, hoping one would stick. Tessa barely looked up from her plate. Gunter answered in single syllables. Keegan asked about Tessa’s college plans. Silence. Kyle made a joke about Kendrick snoring loud enough to scare away rogues. Not even a twitch of a smile from her.
She was somewhere else entirely. And he? Gunter looked like a man waiting to be struck by lightning. All tension and pain and storm clouds bottled beneath the surface.
I chewed on a piece of bread I wasn’t even hungry for and looked at them—really looked. Two people who the Goddess had chosen for one another. Two people so tangled in fear, guilt, a
